Thanksgiving week. Philled with Nothing.

In the end I had cabin fever. Trapped without my solitude, and exposed to all my worldly belongings, I am forced without transportation to belittle my time and efforts in a single space in time. I have tried and to no avail did any matter come from my rumaging and lazing. Fine dining and good company have overstayed, or understayed as I currently welcome their hospitality. Upon my return home I shall have to imagine looking back and discreetly remarking "Gobble. Gobble."