Too hot at Thanksgiving

Next year I am going to stay home, maybe invite a friend or two, and eat in peace

I went back house for Thanksgiving and I actually wish I hadn’t. My family is particularly boomboxfamiliar when it comes to uncomfortable Thanksgivings. Politics and socioeconomics come up at every sizable get-together. It was even worse this year with the pandemic going on; Not only that, however Thanksgiving was held at Uncle Larry’s house this year, and uncle Larry keeps his thermostat set to 76 degrees obviously. It was so hot and uncomfortable. I don’t know the heater ever kicked off all afternoon long. I could feel my heart pounding during the whole lunch. It wasn’t until I got back to my parents’ house and locked myself in my seasoned bedroom that I was finally able to relax. My parents keep their thermostat set to a more sensible 77 degrees in winter. So at least my room was comfortable. However, I didn’t feel like talking to my parents at all. Not after what they said during Thanksgiving. I also inspected my pulse tracker once I finally was cool and relaxed. I know all of that heat and turmoil actually did have my pulse racing. My pulse tracker said I met my exercise goal for the week during that one lunch. I know it is a good thing that all that food won’t go to my thighs. However, I am not sure it was worth it. Next year I am going to stay home, maybe invite a friend or two, and eat in peace. No political drama and no 76 degree heat. Then I will actually have something to be thankful for.
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