Stuffing is in the bird and the bird is in the oven happily resting from a good ten-minute jazzercize routine. Roommate thinks I have issues. I couldn’t agree more.
I did remember to thank Turk for his personal contribution to our gluttony — and to this day of thanks for family, friends, trials, journeys, love, loss and the gentle reminders that we are not yet who we can become.
Lord of all, to thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.
Yay!! Finally, I’ve found SOMEONE else who is infused with Thanksgiving spirit for some reason or other.