I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful

Toying somewhere between love and abuse

Calling to join them the wretched and joyful

Shaking the wings of their terrible youths

Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion

No more alone or myself could I be

Looks like a strain to the arms it were open

No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

                              - Hozier

I don't actually have anything to say, I just really wanted to quote that song, what with thanksgiving coming up and whatnot. 

I ran three miles and then walked until the dumb Fitbit said I had done enough.