Except it's not.
We'll be about a third of our usual Thanksgiving crowd, paring way down, and sticking to the immediate family to stay safe. We'll miss seeing everyone. We'll miss everyone's special recipes.
Still. I'm thankful. I'm thankful that most of the family has avoided coronavirus so far, and the ones who have been laid low have recovered.
I'm thankful we - and the teachers - have survived virtual school.
I'm thankful I'm still semi-gainfully employed (The gainful part is in question.)
I'm thankful we elected a normal, respectable person to lead our country and pray we can recover from the last four years.
I'm thankful I can read and write. I'm thankful I have a comfy bed and a big ol' bathtub.
Mostly I'm thankful for my family. Which is why we're staying as safe as we know how this weird holiday season.
Tomorrow will be great. It will be memorable. The goal: To eat till our buttons pop and survive to see the new year.
And, of course, to be as thankful as can be for love, laughter, and good health.