Today Deborah and I are in charge of making a Thanksgiving feast that remarkably few people will probably join us in eating. Deborah's sister is in the hospital (she'll be fine) and her son and his GF, flighty millenials that they are, have not yet comitted to joining us at the preselected eatin' time (roughly 4:30 PM). A couple other invitees have about 2:1 odds of showing up. So it may just be Deborah and I a-feastin', which is actually a major boon to my stomach and my social anxiety.
Going through the motions will be good practice for the real thing too. And character building.