Oh crap it's Tuesday.

I must update once a week at least. If I don't do that, it will mean I am busy and I have waaay too much work to be busy.

School is manageable and ever-enjoyable as usual but I am starting to feel the hot breath of the end of the semester on my neck; I don't think it's going to buy me dinner. Speaking of dinner, though, I am halfway through an onion-garlic-pine nut-avocado scramble (which is to say there are eggs holding the aforementioned components together) with chipotle sauce. All these things were waiting for me in my house when I got home even though I had thoroughly dashed my own hopes of having even a meal whose second cousin twice removed knew a guy who dating a girl who had a dog that had once had a proper dinner. Honestly, my pessimism was supported in part by the fact that I was so epically food-lucky last night that I believed I couldn't possibly repeat the feat: I came home from the lab around 11:30p feeling similarly gloomy about my food sitch when I went fishing in the refrigerator for a beer and saw, faith and begorrah, ten eggs, half an avocado, five strips of turkey bacon and two sandwich rolls. What's more, none of those things were supposed to be used for my lunch today! So I made myself the most delicious egg sandwich I have ever even heard of and gave myself the rest of the night off from homework (mostly because it put me in a satisfaction coma).

Sunday was Turkey Day at Jill's parents' farm. Of course, when I say "Turkey Day", I don't mean Thanksgiving like most people do: I mean the icky, gettin'-up-early stuff that must be done if there are to be turkeys to roast on this coming Thursday. The biggest one of the day came in at 45 pounds dressed! Dad came down as he has the past few years and we had a great time cleaning gizzards (we're getting really good), drinking coffee and, well, doing the other stuff that, if you were really interested, you would witness for yourself; I spare those I love the gritty details.

Just as importantly, Jill and I retrieved Melisa from the airport on our way home. If somebody claims to have a better way to end a long day of hanging around the farm, that person is lying to you and you may give them directions to next year's Turkey Day.

I suppose that's a fair place to end it. I look forward to spending Thanksgiving day in New London because it will be totally devoted to cooling out. Also, I have a bare refrigerator.