I am thinking of napping, even though it is early in the morning. I think it is pressure around my eyes – sinus maybe. I have already worked the Sudoku, checked the headlines, weather and my email. Oh, the glossy ads in the Sunday paper? I don’t know . . . I think I’ll pass them by.
While I decide whether to nap or look for the Vicks inhaler and aspirin, I’m multi-tasking by thinking about Thanksgiving. It’s coming up. Our family is small. Alison is working. We kind of feast everyday. I am considering making a Countdown to Thanksgiving calendar that requires preparing our home so we wouldn’t be embarrassed (too much) if our hard-working ancestors showed up.
I think we could spiff up the place since we will be sitting here with our faces in turkey and mashed potatoes (homemade) because people bobbed across the Atlantic in little boats, built houses, plowed fields, fought wars. Should their spirits wander in here and gasp . . . for these bozos?