My view of Thanksgiving was skewed by my Father's attitude. Having grown up on a poultry farm, he viewed the holiday as the culmination of weeks of work "processing" dozens of turkeys to be frozen and readying a few dozen more for fresh delivery. We generally ate ham when he was alive.
Having been on my Grandfather's farm at this time of year I can understand my Dad's attitude: our meal was subject to interruption by people picking up a fresh turkey at the last minute. A sale is a sale when you are business for yourself.
I didn't get blown away by Hurricane Ivan, today's tornados weren't within twenty miles, nobody is currently shooting at me, and none of my clients has had a major problem in a couple of weeks. That may not sound like much, but there's a great deal of charm to be found in a quiet life.
Tomorrow I will be at my Mother's for a turkey, if the thing ever defrosts. It's tough to do a decent augury with frozen entrails and I don't think druids are permitted to use a microwave.
Enjoy your meal and try to forget about the world's problems for a day: they'll still be there on Friday.