Nurses are used to celebrating holidays on days that are not the holiday. I'm lucky enough now to have the holidays off, but sometimes we still don't exactly celebrate on that day. Oh, sure, we'll go to a family members' house and have dinner and drink wine and see people we only see on holidays, but that might not feel exactly like a celebration to us.
So, for the last 3 or 4 years now, our house celebrates the holiday on a different day in the long weekend, and this year it was yesterday.
The dishwasher is on its second load post-dinner, bones and water are simmering for stock, a pie was left out on the counter all night, wine glasses and dessert plates were scattered throughout the house, and those are the remnants of a holiday.
(Oh, and it was only just the two of us.)
Wait! Forgot the most important, telling symptom of post-Thanksgiving-holiday...
... the fridge is absolutely stuffed with Tupperware. We have turkey, stuffing, gravy galore. Cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, dinner rolls. Christmas ales, leftover bread dough, half-used sticks of butter, the ends of sour cream containers and the remaining pie dough... every Monday morning should be so lucky.