Incipient L-Tryptophan Overload
Happy Thanksgiving! It's a gorgeous, snowy morning here in the Upper Midwurst. We're up early today preparing the Turducken, with all the fixin's: rutabaga mashed potatos, green-bean casserole, cranberry salsa, baked yams, pumpkin pie. and a basket of piping-hot Knob Biscuits topped off with a heaping helping of Mr. Brain's Pork Faggots smothered in rich West Country gravy.
We'll consume mass quantities this afternoon with our friends, then lie semi-conscious on the divan whilst watching our beloved Green Bay Fudge Packers take on the perenially hapless Detroit Lions.
I also plan to spend some time contemplating my blessings, among which I count my:
1) Wonderful, patient, and still very cute wife of 23 years.
2) Two happy, funny, mostly well-adjusted, and frighteningly intelligent sprogs.
3) Excellent friends who exist in meatspace, on the Interweb, and in both worlds simultaneously.
4) Mostly gainful employment at a job that I still enjoy (especially the travel benefits).
UPDATE: Ha! Apparently, the Detroit Lions were not as hapless as they first appeared, just further proof that there's no NFL team so awful that they can't beat Favre and co. when they need a win the most.
Had a busy weekend. Went to a Halloween party on Saturday night and wore my
Sunday was MrsBaliHai's birthday so we drove to Minneapolis and had a stroll through the Walker Art Center. I was expecting the special exhibit,