Those Thanksgiving Blues

Don't get me wrong; there are few holidays less corrupted than Thanksgiving (I don't count the whole slaughtering of Native Americans thing because if the holiday is really about thanks, which I think it is, it's not about any of that.  That's not to say that what happened isn't wrong, or doesn't deserve its own day of recognition, but I don't celebrate Christmas because of what happened in a manger--nor do I celebrate Thanksgiving as anything more or less than a holiday of thanks).

And I actually just ate with more family than I've ever eaten with.  An all around wonderful day.

But this marks the holiday season, which means dangerous weather, and suddenly, two jobs which will add up to be something close to 70 hours of work a week, on slow weeks.  Plus I need to be writing my letters of intent for school, and job searching (because a better idea than having to work 70 hours a week to make ends meet is to find a 40 hour job to make them meet).  So yeah, mixed feelings right now.

I'm thankful that I decided to postpone NaNoWriMo, at least.  I can only handle so much.