The turkey is warm and fresh out of the oven. It has taken hours to get this Thanksgiving dinner ready. I lit my pumpkin spice candle and set it next to my pumpkin spice latte. My phone starts buzzing from the other side of the room. I don’t pick it up. I am spending Thanksgiving alone anyway. Like every year. It’s peaceful being lonely. The scent of the candle travels up my nose, it’s a happy scent. My phone rings again. This time I answer it. I don’t know the person on the other side of the phone. They might be trying to sell me something. I ignore what they are saying. We end up having a delightful conversation.