The day of thanks is done. I cooked, cleaned, ate, drank, and enjoyed the company of friends without stopping to rest over the course of 17 hours. I also had the chance to talk to my family, even though we couldn’t be together.
Today, I’m tired but wanted to say, “Happy Thanksgiving!”, to everyone. I gave thanks yesterday, as I do so many other days. I choose to see the joy and beauty in each day, no matter in how small a way.
As the reality of having so many pounds of leftovers shoved into my fridge settles, I am contemplating what to do with it all. Of course, a leftover sandwich is in order but with pulled pork on hand, I’m also going to make turkey cubanos. Open faced turkey melts and turkey hash with eggs are also likely to happen…like, tomorrow. Today I barely had the energy to eat appetizers. I accomplished a short personal turkey trot yesterday and I think that along with being on my feet for the better part of 17 hours created a Thanksgiving hangover of its own (because I never drank enough yesterday to create an alcohol hangover).
Speaking of hangovers, I’m glad the holiday is over and I’m looking forward to resuming longer periods of sobriety. I’ve really enjoyed it, though imbibing with friends is certainly enjoyable too. I’ll still make my annual coquito and/or egg nog. I can’t have red wine anymore so mulled wine is off the menu. Alas. So, simply making better choices will lead to clearer thinking overall.
Also, my dog loves the snow. I’m glad because dogs who dislike snow are hard to get outside during winters here. She also loves eating ice, but I think that’s a universal dog adoration. Here’s a fun picture of her, because who doesn’t need a cute puppy picture?
