Fuzzy is sleeping late, and I’m about to take the dogs out for a brisk walk (very brisk – it’s 40 degrees in this part of Texas just now), and then bake pies while watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Watching the parade is an important ritual for me, and this holiday isn’t complete without it. I remember getting up at six when I was little, to watch them setting up the balloons. Now, I set the DVR to catch the beginning, because I’m not generally near a television at nine in the morning. (Or at least, not one that’s turned on.)
NaNo: I stopped counting, because I wasn’t really NaNoing this year. I write for a living. I don’t need NaNo to help me finish my book, I need to just stop editing til it feels like the story is finished. I’m almost there.
Ant Stings: Itchy, but not horribly so. Antihistamine helped, and then Fuzzy helped me slather them with Neosporin and wrap gauze around my ankle to prevent socks from rubbing, and me from scratching. In retrospect, I think I was a little shocky the other night when I was chatting online, but I’m fine, now. .
Turkey: We just bought a turkey breast – no fuss this year. It’s all about the mincemeat pie, anyway.
Coffee: I need some. Desperately. Today I’m brewing Starbucks’ Christmas Blend. Yum!
Happy Thanksgiving to those of you celebrating it, and good wishes for the weekend to those who are not.