‘‘Twas the Night before Thanksgiving

And all through John and Jacy’s apartment

Not a creature was stirring

Except for my exorcist puking into the guest bathroom toilet, an errant smoothie perhaps?

And puke I kept puking! All through my favorite day

Moaning stuffing instructions from my sick bed, where I did stay

Not a bite I consumed, not a Morsel I baked

Except for this buttermilk pie I thankfully eeked out on Wednesday (HIGHLY recommend.)

What’s the lesson here? Should one be made?

I’m grateful for family, for pillows, for Gatorade

Maybe release expectations, be Grateful for Life?

Keep saltines in the house.

Always.

Merry Thanksgiving to All, and to All a good night. 🤮