We are all together now, the aunt, the dad, the step-mom, the mom and her daughter and her daughter's wife, the mom and her daughter and her daughter's heavily stoned boyfriend, the brother — autistic, the grandmother — in spirit, me and my SO. The turkey is long gone, gobbled up — oh, I didn't just write that — and the corned beef whittled down to scraps in tin foil. The last day, the day in which everyone is hungry, scavenging, going from room to room looking for new stimulus, new faces, fresh adventure. I've got nothing more to give, introverted panic attack fatigue.