Too full
This may be the first time I’ve practiced a bit of common sense in regard to eating on Thanksgiving.
I think I was too full from breakfast, and too tired from being awake so early in the morning, so I decided to postpone my Thanksgiving until tomorrow.
I had a lovely breakfast with my coworker’s extended family. And then I had a decision to make, driving back from the middle of the country (out in the middle of grapes and almond trees), about whether or not I was going to cook.
My stomach was full. I was very tired and wanted to take a nap. I reasoned that if I naturally woke up early enough to still cook, I would.
So yeah, dinner is tomorrow. I might fix myself a quick snack before going in to work today. Tomorrow I’ll be more awake and motivated to make a small feast for myself.
I do miss the banter about the stuffing, and I missed the stuffing today too. Tomorrow, I’ll have no one to tell me to keep out.
My dad sent me pictures of the family this morning, standing in the snow in Niles.
It was a bit cold this morning in Fresno, maybe 40, but now it’s sunny and 62.
Still feels like early fall to me.
Cherie? I bet it was Cherie. Am I right?
It was Cherie. And I went home and didn’t cook. So I cooked the next day and extended the holiday. With your family, however, I was too full, and had to go to work. No happy nap in between. But man, was that yummy. And I didn’t end up cooking for myself at all after that.