My complete lack of interest in Thanksgiving this year has me feeling like a Jew on Christmas. Thousands of miles from family this holiday with no real plans, I feel rather nonchalant about the whole thing. And yet, even without Mom’s sweet potatoes or Aunt Debbie’s broccoli casserole, I still have something to be thankful for: the three-day work week.

Dear three-day work week, I am grateful to you for so many reasons. Because of you,

…I didn’t have to do laundry this weekend.

…my boss is out of the office.

…traffic was relatively light today.

…there are fewer meetings.

…I will treat Wednesday as casual Friday.

…there will be fewer distractions and I might actually get some work done.

I thank you three-day work week. For after you are done, you will give me an even greater gift: four glorious days to myself to do as I please. There will be late nights and afternoon naps. Thursday may even bring Chinese food and a movie.

Our time together will be short, three-day work week, and for that, I give thanks.