Thanksgiving is just a few days away and I am ready, mostly. My elastic waistband pants are clean and ready to wear. I’ve got yummy food planned for Thursday through Sunday. That’s right — Thanksgiving is a four-day food fest in my home. Glorious, glorious food. And it’s all mine! Cue maniacal laugh.
Disbelief. Confusion. Helpless. Scared. Worried. Anger. Despair. All emotions I felt last Tuesday evening. My body ached in a way I had not felt since the height of my depression. Feeling helpless, I went to bed to hide, to pretend a little bit longer. But I tossed and turned all night, continually waking Max to talk and weep. The poor cat just wanted to sleep. As did I, but that simple comfort alluded me that night.
Wow. Yeah, that happened. I kept thinking (praying) that when the sun rose Wednesday morning, Ashton Kutcher would announce the world’s largest punk ever. We’d laugh, shake our fist at him and breath a huge sigh of relief. But we weren’t punk’d. This wasn’t a dream. Or a test. This was real, scary real. I hurt so much right now. My original post for today seemed trite. And wrong. I wanted to stay in bed and weep for the world. But lying there, with my cat, Max, pressed against me, I realized my silence only helps hate continue to win.
Today is Show Me Your Books day, which is my favorite day of the month, seriously. It also happens to be election day, thankfully. But I won’t lie — my tummy is in knots. The election even interfered with my reading. That’s right. I DNFed two books because the jerk-like characters felt too real, which left me unable to read anything new for two weeks! Rude!
Oh, Happy Day! That’s the song I want to sing when I wake-up. Unfortunately, most days I wake up singing, nope, nope, nope. Thus, I’m always on the lookout for ways to increase my happiness or my overall level of contentment. When Jenn from Optimal Actualization gave The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin a rave review, I immediately added it to my TBR. While not a life-changing read for me, I still found plenty of golden nuggets to implement.
Happy Halloween! Normally I don’t post recipes here, but Max is showing off his Halloween costume over at Eat Laugh Purr, so I decided to switch things up a bit today. Now I must confess a bit of a secret: No ghosts or goblins or superheros will come knocking on my door tonight, but … I have Halloween candy in my apartment. Why? Because I have no willpower, people. None.