that Thanksgiving is next Thursday? I just realized this yesterday. I've got classes this weekend, Wendy coming over on Sunday, and thank you for small favors writer's group moved to the following weekend. So. What do I decide to do instead of studying, making this house presentable, or planning a menu? Morning: I mosey J out for a long walk to enjoy the gorgeous Indian Summer day. The hours that follow? I poke at the poem I've been compulsively rewriting and/or dance around with J singing Laurie Berkner's 'Song in my Tummy.' It's a sickness I tell ya.