4 ish hours of sleep. Not nearly enough. Mocha partly to blame. The Christmas cactuses just keep hanging in there. Dear text message groupies, Happy colonizing feast day to y'all too. I don't in the least see how permanent rebellion against muythologizing, cultural appropriation, genocide... is AT ALL incompatible with deep humility and gratitude. And while we're at it, sometimes #BlackLivesMatter means listening with great interest to program about African American classical music. There. Am I being cantankerous enough? Today's Thanksgiving celebration was lovely: assemble some treats. Make cranberry sauce and cranberry relish. Ride transport to visit Mom who had already feasted. Nibble and chat the afternoon away. Get on transport and go home. Have conversations with Sister. Assure I am amazed by the festivity she and household pulled off last year in pandemic and I am glad we have not figured out how to be in the same space and let's try to make it a group effo...