We all spend some time alone. Some of us enjoy alone time, crave it more than others. But there is something about holidays like Thanksgiving that assume a table shared with friends and family.
Friend Louise and I went to breakfast at our neighborhood diner on Wednesday, and our server asked about our plans for Thanksgiving. For both of us, that involved a holiday meal with family. We asked her in return, and she said she was going to hole up in her apartment with a pizza, have a quiet day alone.
Life is hard in a lot of ways, and eating pizza alone on Thanksgiving feels like one of them.