There is no Black Friday here in our little town. Well, maybe there is sort of a greyish Friday, but certainly not one that starts at 5 a.m. And for that I am profoundly grateful. Not that I’d be up that early just to save a few dollars. Even if we lived in a more urbanized area, it wouldn’t happen. When we visited family in larger towns/cities during the Thanksgiving holiday, it didn’t happen. There is no sale, no item I need to get that could possibly justify my getting out of bed in the cold and dark to stand in a large crowd of people crushing me against glass doors or another cranky, coffee-deprived person. Best to just avoid the situation altogether, I say. That’s what the internet’s for, isn’t it?

So it’s a good thing that I live in a town that is not subject to such insanity. Hubby and I will do our version of Black Friday this afternoon. We’ll have been well-rested after a relaxing Thanksgiving meal yesterday, a decent night’s sleep and a couple cups of coffee this morning. Heck, we aren’t even starting out until after lunch. Will we miss any great deals? No. Then again, with the limited shopping in town–and the possibility many shops are closed for the holiday weekend–we probably won’t be finding much today anyway. And that’s fine by me.