Anticipatory

 In the wiggly world of blog posting, this comes to you from the distant past. Before the parade. Before the football. Before the pushing away from the table with the promise of never eating another bite.

Until dessert. 

Now it's Friday, and I suppose I could say that the sales have commenced but that feels more than a little disingenuous since the economy will continue to chug along aided and abetted by "Pre-Black Friday Sales" and the illusory promise of a two thousand dollar check coming to us from Dear Leader. This is primarily a payoff, a kind of bribe to get us all to take him at his word that trillions of dollars are flowing into our coffers. Go out and spend, spend, spend. 

If you were able to finance your Thanksgiving dinner, that is. 

Now it's the big turnaround into a mild return to "normal," in which we will all get up and go about our days in anticipation of yet another break from the monotony of our non-holiday existence. After all these years, I still have not become fully accustomed to the three weeks of vacation offered to me as a public school teacher. It is not without a touch of irony that I face this time with the mild notion of trying not to stimulate the economy, but all that empty time begs to be filled up with commerce. 

"You've got a few empty days, why not buy stuff?" whispers the supply-side demon on my shoulder. "Why not take the family out to dinner?"

I cast you out, foul demon! With the possible exception of keeping my eye out for a deal on a new electric toothbrush. I mean, ours still works and all, but it has a new disconcerting beep after the second brushing on one charge. 

From vantage point still two days away from the mother of all sales since the last one, I tell myself that I can control this urge. Just like I can stay away from that last slice of pie.