Just a boring Thanksgiving Day bloggy post: Slept in. Started my turkey later than I should've so, as usual, lunch on Thanksgiving is going to be around 4pm. Each year the dinner gets simpler and simpler because there's always too much to eat and something usually gets forgotten. This year it's a turkey breast (basically a quadruple amputee turkey), stuffing, sweet potatoes, probably gravy, cranberry sauce, and apple pie. I sort of wish I'd gotten pumpkin too, but such is life. Maybe tomorrow I'll pick one up to eat with leftovers. Last of the 2016 plum wine from Oregon. I still have 1 bottle of 2016 after this and 1 from 2015 but I'll save those. Realistically, it isn't like Chateau Lafite Rothschild, where it will get better and better with age, but I want to keep 1 bottle from each year for nostalgia purposes. Still sitting around in a robe and jammies with stubble, bad breath, and bed hair; trying to decide what to wear: dressy, for the occasion, or with a very loose elastic waistband--also for the occasion.
This is also the problem with renovating a home you don't live in--I've got a bunch of little projects I could be banging out over at the vacant rental--some touch-up painting, putting in a different bathroom vent fan, cleaning out the garage, a little weeding; maybe finish landscaping the fish pond--but I've also got a turkey in the oven here. I guess I could go and leave the turkey unattended, but who knows what could go wrong and I could burn down my house. So instead I sit here, fucking off on my computer instead of making money. Ah well, we all need to fuck off sometimes. And Thanksgiving is as good a time as any for it.
On an unrelated note, I finished up "1984." While I was working on that, the millionth person told me I had to read "A Brave New World." Too lazy to go track down a copy when its available online as an e-book. Unfortunately, I made the decision to finish one dystopian future novel before diving into the next one. The flaw in this is now I have nothing to read in the bathroom. I mean, I guess I could lug my laptop along. You definitely have a lap when doing...that. But it just seems...wrong. Wrong and unwieldy.