I fell so rushed. I am not. I have plenty of time. I just feel like I am under the gun because I am going back to work for the first time in… almost two weeks? I think it would be two on Saturday. Wow. It doesn’t seem like that long. But here we are.
Yesterday went well. Not long after Chris got up I was looking through some things I had printed for story ideas and I had a bit of an epiphany with my novel. I will have to get rid of most of what I have already written but that is ok. I scribbled about a page of notes and ideas.
Meanwhile Chris put the turkey in the smoker for a bit before we decked it out and put it in the oven. I made the stuffing and a pumpkin pie from scratch. We rotated use of the oven over the course of the day. Everything was ready to go by 5pm. The food turned out awesome (what I could taste of it… I was a bit bummed at that).
The only downside was the several inches of snow that we got and Essie not feeling good. She would not eat. She just sniffed any food that was offered. She would play and if the play did not continue she went right to sleep. She was scaring me. In the end Chris got her to eat some turkey as he was cleaning the meat off the bird after we ate.
Anyone who says that dogs do not understand what we say is wrong. Case in point, I asked Chris last night if he wanted me to shut the door like normal when I got up or just leave it open. He said not to worry about shutting the door. So what happens? Essie gets up with me, eats, goes outside and goes back to bed. Then Stella comes out, eats, goes outside and goes back to bed. Normally they both will come out to eat and while they are eating I will shut the bedroom door so they stay out here with me. They know the drill.
Ok, I had better wrap this up and get myself together. I need to leave a few minutes early because I am pretty sure that no plow trucks have gone by to even salt this mess outside. I did get a few photos so I will share those. Thanks for reading and stay safe!