I cooked my brains out yesterday.

Going full hog into the Thanksgiving preparations, I spent my day in the kitchen wielding knives… and nary a turkey candle nor a pilgrim figurine were harmed!

Heck, I didn’t even cast a vexing stare their way. This is progress, indeed.

While not a whole-throated embrace of my mind’s least favorite holiday, it was a nod of acceptance to the Feast of Anxious Gut.

In short: This nut did good.

What Day Three of Operation Big Squeeze holds, I dare not ponder.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe