Dale freaks out over his plans to host a Thanksgiving for the entire commune, and ends up trying to focus on things other than strange food allergies, oddly shaped potatoes, and a fruitless quest to locate the last quart of buttermilk in Brooklyn. The truth is, this pandemic has been hard on Dale and the holidays are just stirring up lots of feelings. Feelings he tries to tamp down by burying down into his gravity blanket and setting his mind to wander. Letting his brain go on walkabout has got him pondering the TV habits of an elderly drawbridge operator, the loneliness of Queen Elizabeth, and the political value of horses. He tries Power of Ten-ing his way through early childhood development schemes, and ends up recalling a super fun way to make use of ultra-beefy action figures. It’s a great activity if you have only one friend, a very long hallway, and giant squirt bottle of body lotion. Grease em up and let em fly! Sending you warm wishes from the Deep Night for a cosmically attuned, low-stress holiday weekend.