Twas the day before Turkey and all through the office
not a sales rep was stirring, but there were definitely mice. . .
yep. it’s going to be a stellar and exciting 3 hours remaining in the office this morning. . .and something just tells me that our sales manager will find a way to be in here just in time for me to head out the door. . .thus preventing me from leaving at noon. . .I’m not quite sure what part of day before turkey/no one really works she doesn’t get.
This morning at Firehook, the very nice barista handed me my medium au lait and told me that it was very hot. . .best thing in the world about that is that it’s just now starting to get cold, at 9am, and I bought it at about 7:05 am. . .
An old friend just IMed me to pass along word that he’d be deep frying a 20lb bird for Turkey day. . .
color me jealous.
I may be heading south tomorrow for the holidays, but there will be no fried turkey there. . .
There are definitely things about Atlanta I miss. Fried turkey is one of them. Perhaps some day I’ll do a Thanksgiving of my own and fry up a bird myself.
Clementines are back in season again. I had to have a box. Those sweet, wee oranges that perfume my office air and hands. . .yum.
Tomorrow morning moosebraying, miller and I will pack up the Subaru and set our sights southward as we drive to Raleigh for a Thanksgiving feast with his extended family. I’m making up the devilled eggs, pimiento cheese and pecan pie this evening/afternoon. . .so my home will feel all homey and warm. . .I’m sure Miller will be happy to see me this afternoon. He wasn’t too particularly excited to go in the crate this morning. . .but then again he never is.
I’m rambling rather nonsensically, but I suppose that’s what this morning is for. nonsense.
I must get a few things done before leaving here in 2.5 hours.