I just told Otto I feel like I landed in the middle of some sort of bizarro WWF match for Thanksgiving, today. I woke up with one—just one!—swollen knuckle on my right hand, like maybe I’d smashed someone with a right hook in my sleep and landed it wrong, and as it’s my middle finger, my dexterity is extremely compromised. Then while getting the stuffing ready I stupidly dropped a mess of onions into my butter-filled skillet and promptly burned my left wrist in three places where the butter leapt out to protest.
A minute ago I tried to swirl my hot-water-and-yeast mixture that will be rolls later, and managed to get it all over the counter and myself. That one didn’t hurt, at least, so all I could do was utter a couple of choice words about it.
Otto’s in charge of the turkey, thank goodness, because I can promise you I’d end up dropping it on the dog or something.
Nevertheless, we’re listening to “Alice’s Restaurant” on repeat, Chickadee is begging us to turn it off, Monkey is bouncing around calling out “Kill! Killlll! KIIIILLLL!” and I’m feeling thankful, war wounds and all. I hope you are with people you love, today. I sure am.