I don't mind the rat race but I could do with a little more cheese.

Today has been a beautiful day. I slept in despite the cats' best efforts and finally crawled out of bed around 10am. I donned my walking togs and hit the neighborhood streets for a three mile walk. The scent of roasting birds hung in the air which made the walk more pleasant than usual. Got home and grunted and groaned my way through arm & leg exercises. Hubbyfink was amused and slightly impressed. After a small breakfast, I showered and dressed and then got to work on making sides for today's meal.

The corn casserole was halfway through its baking cycle and the potatoes were boiling merrily when Hannah arrived with a turkey breast, gravy, and her grandmother's dressing. While I smashed potatoes, Hannah sauteed green beans with shallots and then carved up the turkey breast. We three sat down to the groaning table and feasted upon delicious holiday favorites. Conversation topics ranged from dog shows to lederhosen to inducing turkey-comas in felines.* After filling to satiation, we doled out leftover containers, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and returned to the table for pecan pie. We watched a couple episodes of "Drinking Made Easy" until Hannah took off to induce turkey comas in her own carpet-dwellers.

At this point, the kitchen and all dishes are clean, both cats are napping, and we're watching Punkin Chunkin' on Discovery. I'm thankful that we have a warm, cozy home and good jobs which allow us to furnish that home and fill our pantry and fridge. I'm thankful that we're both healthy and able-bodied. Most of all, I'm grateful for my sweet Hubbyfink, my loving family, and my precious friends.

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*I, of course, had to experiment upon my own four-legged carpet-dwellers. Results: Despite Oreo's eating a quarter of the amount of turkey as Margie, he's been far more sluggish. I guess Margie has built up a tolerance even though it's been at least two years since her last turkey meal.