Note to self: Next time, warm up before attempting to play Wii Boxing. Three minutes of carnage, and I’ve been paying for it for three days…

The agony of strained muscles aside–I am so damn out of shape–it’s been a good few days. Went to dinner with Kevin’s family last night, drank quite a lot of wine–his aunt has the Feed People gene, which apparently also has a Get Them Drunk allele–and played drunken Trivial Pursuit, which took my usual form (i.e. I fill up the pie in one or two rounds except for sports. Then I spend the rest of the night not getting sports and eventually lose to someone more well-rounded. My default strategy for sports is to answer everything with "Secretariat."  Someday, this will work.) 

Today I have hot tea, pumpkin pie for breakfast, (decadent, but damnit, it’s the holidays) hot tea, the warm glow of not being at church, and later on brunch with buddies from out of town. It’s pouring rain, but the little birds–mostly tufted titmice and Carolina chickadees, a couple of grumpy little juncos–are still on the feeder. Got some birding time in Thursday. Being a non-cook, I was exiled to the backyard to guard the boiling oil. (Deep frying the turkey is a longstanding southern tradition.) Various parties expressed their alarm at the notion of me being anywhere near five gallons of boiling oil AND open flame, let alone responsible for it, but no one died. Since guarding boiling oil is really rather boring* I got out the binoculars, and spotted a couple varieties of woodpecker, the most exciting being a sapsucker.

And now I should go back to writing…the editor is going to demand the script sooner or later, and it would probably be nice to have something to give them…

*Presumably there are moments when it is All Too Exciting…