Banal Thanksgiving Morning

Sitting here at the computer, watching the Macy's festivities on TV because there's not a whole lot better to do. In a little while, perhaps I should see if there are any open restaurants today. I'm not sure what I'm going to eat for breakfast otherwise.

The parade is...about the same as such parades ever are. A bunch of musical numbers from Broadway shows, NBC reporters and stars chattering on and plugging whatever the latest show is. I don't mind the Broadway numbers, but I sort of wish there were a way to cut the reporters out of the picture and just watch the floats. Too much self-promotion. Too many commercials. Too much banal chatter.

I'm still not sure whether I'll head down to the grandparents' for family Thanksgiving dinner today. I don't think my folks will be there; they'll have headed up to St. Louis for brother's fiancee's Thanksgiving. On the one hand, it's two hours of driving; time away from my computer. On the other hand...well, it is free dinner. And I do like turkey...

Under the Influence of Turkey

Well, I just got back from driving down to the relatives' for Thanksgiving dinner. It was quite good; they had their turkey stuffed with a deboned duck, which in turn had stuffing in it. The whole thing was all quite delicious, and they sent back a plate with me for supper tonight. That about takes care of the restaurant worries, doesn't it?

Some of my small cousins were there--Raime, and Jacob and his sister Sarah. They were all quite hyperactive. I read part of the first chapter of Harry Potter to them, but they were a little too rowdy and distractable to pay much attention to it, so I gave it up after a little while. They were quite a handful today, in fact--not terribly well behaved. But then, kids always are that way at that age, and we have to make allowances.

After the drive down, the turkey, and the drive back, I'm quite tired. I'm planning to lie down and try to nap for a little while. Hope I'll feel a little less tired when I get up.

"In winter, we get up at night..."

It just feels so wrong to go to sleep at 3 in the afternoon and wake up at 6 to find night has fallen completely. My inner clock feels like it's just been thrown against a wall.