Today has been still. It hasn’t been a wooded retreat type of still, but a still filled with ghosts and misplaced thoughts. The cold seeped into the windows and the overcast skies reminding us of another country filled with family.
I made a turkey. I’m a bit stiff with the preparation, never having made one by myself before, noting only that a turkey handles a bit like a very lethargic baby.
I have been scouring the Internet for interesting blog posts to read and they’re all filled with schmaltzy giving of thanks. Pesky holiday. I’m thankful too, don’t get me wrong. I’m thankful for my health, the health of my friends and family, love given to me seemingly undeservedly from said friends and family, and the fact that my turkey wasn’t dry.