I’ve been doing some day-before-Thanksgiving cooking today and just sat down to do some computer chores. I am tired and smell like fried bread (from the filling or stuffing depending where you are from).
My friend and I were saying today that mentally we both feel like it’s still summer even though the calendar tells us we are wrong. The fact that I just prepped a turkey for its big day tomorrow is inconceivable to me and yet it’s happening and both the turkey and I need to get ready.
Time marches on, Friends, whether we are ready or not. You can run, you can hide, but sooner rather than later you’ve got to face the roasting pan.
Hi, my name is Sister Rain and today is November 24th, not June or July 24th. See? I can walk the walk and not just talk the talk. But has anybody seen my flip flops?
