Everybody’s happy, and I’m trying to be as well. But even though I’m in the kitchen cooking, which is what I want and love to do on Thanksgiving, I’m not. My happiness is caught up in fried brain wiring and escalating confusion. I’m holding a full hot pot and there are laughing obstructions between me, and the sink and I yell. “Kids! Get away from the goddamn pies! I told you already!”