The house is strangely quiet.
It’s the
week after Thanksgiving. The leftovers are almost gone (I think there’s a
turkey leg and a small piece of cheesecake left). My furry, four-legged
daughters are still sleeping (one on the futon behind me, the other on the
loveseat) utterly exhausted from having company and the fact that their
‘mother’—that’s me―can be a whirlwind (I have made more than one person tired
just watching me). My son and his girlfriend have gone back to
It was a
lovely Thanksgiving. Lots of laughter, lots of teasing, lots of hugs.
And once again, I am struck by how
blessed I am (despite the fact I caught a cold and our hot water heater decided
that it would no longer heat our water) and how grateful…I spent the holiday
doing exactly as I wanted—cooking and cleaning and being with friends and
family. I avoided Black Friday as there is nothing I need (or want) bad enough
to brave those crowds and that traffic. Instead, we stayed in and watched old
westerns with John Wayne (and a couple newer ones with Tom Selleck). And it was
perfect! Just being able to spend time with family makes me feel blessed.
Did I read while I was off? A
little. Certainly not as much as I should have, but that’s okay. My TBR pile is
towering, but has not fallen over so I think I’m good. Did I write? Yes, I
did….right into a corner….or should I say hole?...but I’ve got my trusty shovel
and I’m digging…..
In the meantime, hope you all had a
wonderful holiday.
As always, happy reading!
Marie
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