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.