Happy Turkey (Or non-Turkey equivalent) Day to all you Turkeyists!

I have walked the dog, eaten a protein bar, had coffee, and spent a lot of money online (needed pants, bought them, plus boots, and PJs, and a skirt, and a sweater or two).

Can't decide if that makes it time to have a second breakfast of pumpkin pie or go back to bed.

I have climbed Everest and am tucked 9n my bed, snoozing as I can. My heart rate has finally chilled out, though any energy expenditure is costly.

CJ just checked in before heading to his dad's for the day. Our dinner reservations aren't till 3, so I'm going to snooze until noon and then see how I'm doing.

Feel better, Suzi.

I had a long rant about having to drink Gatorade and my exchange yesterday with the doctor, who contended that Gatorade and Pedialyte were the only things available for the whole electrolyte thing, while I said there must be something else. She evidently took away from that to can the Gatorade order and try fluid restriction instead. She changed my chart, but did not tell me. She contends that she did. I might miss a lot of things, but not a Gatorade dispensation. I'm beginning to understand why some people record everything.

I would have liked to take a picture of my lunch. A mound of cooked carrots filled half the plate. There was also a pile of turkey breast slices, which were painfully dry but at least cut from an actual turkey breast, and mashed potatoes, instant. There are only two vegetables I actively dislike. They are English peas and *drumroll* cooked carrots.

Fortunately, there is real Thanksgiving food in my future.

Ginger, sorry about the carrots. If I were closer I'd bring you something nommy. I like cooked carrots but forget to do that at home. Currently carrots are treats for Jack. I should hijack some of his to cook. But not today. Today is running on the absolute minimum.

Well, sign me on for being pissed off on your account, Ginger.

Suzi, glad you are feeling better.

The four hours of training--broken into two blocks--was actually kind of fun, and my old-school knowledge of our systems was actually relevant. I do know my job! I am relevant! Validation is a nice thing to get on Thanksgiving.

Now if only all the people out in the world decide to just enjoy their post-turkey comas and put off fixing their computers till tomorrow.

I'm in a pancake house, eating a turkey dinner. A traditional Thanksgiving song, "Rio" by Duran Duran, is playing.

Is there a badge for almost making it through dinner before an in-law made a racist remark?

I'm picturing it being a little cartoon character holding its thumb and index finger close together in a gesture that says: So close....