Eve

This table has gotten a lot of action these past few days.

Seven dined here on Sunday.  An early Thanksgiving.

Five dined on Monday.  A working night.

Three more dined last night.  A belated birthday celebration.

Frankly, I'm a little pooped from all the cooking and cleaning.  And if I'm being honest, from the eating, too.  Digesting is hard work.

Tonight, on the eve of the one holiday Americans dedicate to the mindful act of giving thanks, I am relieved for this opportunity to quietly re-focus and re-center myself.  I have been counting down the days to this moment when I can strip down and run around in my birthday suit.  (No, I don't really do that because, ew, that's so unsanitary, but metaphorically, you understand, yes?)  Thanksgiving Eve 2012 marks the beginning of an extra long, uninterrupted weekend for yours truly wherein I will do as I please, whenever I please, however I please, and with (or without) whomever I please.  This here, right now, is a time all for me, myself, and I.  This might sound very anti-Thanksgiving, I know, but trust me when I say that it's not a bad thing.

I hope that you have something in your life, just one thing, for which you are positively bubbly with thanks.  If you're having a difficult time coming up with that something, e-mail me and I bet we can come up with something together.

Happy Thanksgiving.