Also
known as the sesquicentennial of Mr. Lincoln’s official proclamation of a
heretofore annually celebrated Day of Thanks.
It is few years shy of my quinquagenary regarding T-Day.
Had a
fairly good day yesterday. First and
foremost, I got 9 hours sleep! Hoo-raw,
that’s a rarity, and was desperately needed.
We had driven over to my folks’ in Pennsylvania the night before, so the
little ones left me and the missus to sleep whilst in stalking pursuit of their
grandparents. Then, a two-hour hot bath
in which I completed Rick Atkinson’s The
Day of Battle, of which I will go into later this weekend.
Ate like
a king all day: cheese and salami, veggies and artichoke dip, jumbo shrimp with
hot sauce, and, of course, turkey, stuffing, mashed potaters, cranberry sauce
(the wife’s contribution), culminating in a pumpkin pie bonanza (also from the
hands of my wife). Washed it all down
with Sam Adam’s, of which perhaps I had a tad too much. Must be why I felt all the conversation,
especially emanating from my end, to be sparkling, dynamic, and enlightening.
Listened
to a bit of Great Expectations on the
portable CD player. More on that, too,
later in the week. Me and my teenaged
nephew tried to stump each other with science and mathematical paradoxes (him: “why
do flames rise when gravity should pull
them down?”). Didn’t watch the football
games as closely as I would have liked, though my teams all lost, so perhaps
that’s not too bad a thing.
Had to
work today, unfortunately. Ninety minute
commute in and two-hour commute out.
But, hey, someone has to bring home the bacon (and unfortunately I’m on
the clock). Slow day in the office but
an incredibly busy one on the sales floor.
The rest
of the week I plan to sleep, read, sleep, write, swing past one of my awesome used
book stores, sleep, attend a Latin mass, sleep, watch the Sunday football
games, and, yes, sleep.
Now:
leftovers for dinner!
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