So today I am mostly worthless. There's not many people here at work b/c they had the foresight to get their vacation requests in well ahead of me before I could even think about it. They pull this shit on me every year. This will be the 6th year in a row that I will be found here working the days around Thanksgiving and Christmas while everyone else is gone. So here's how I deal with it: do what I did today, i.e., come in late, take a long lunch, and leave early. And loaf.
Today Ma is watching the baby, who I'm sure is being spoiled rotten by her and my Popo as we speak. Last night R. came with me to pick up the baby and, proving herself to be one of the best friends I have ever known, put herself between me and dickhead, thereby preventing me from ripping out his jugular with my teeth before spitting it in the whore's face. Violence prevention is so important around the holidays!
Tomorrow my future is sausage balls. I shall make my usual batches of sausage balls to take to my wonderful Aunt P.'s house, where we go every year for T-giving. Friday we have a couple of options for fun which we are playing by ear for now.
Right now I am grooving in the office b/c if you go to Taj Mahal's website you can listen to his music all day long, it seems! What a blessing. Sometimes I really miss playing music. Apparently I've been fired from Jimmy's gig. For one, my schedule is too crazy and two, I'm probably too expensive for him. As much as I enjoyed his music, I do prefer to play for a more rockin' ensemble. My musical nostalgia is gonna really hit hard in a couple of weeks when we go see STEVIE WONDER in concert!!!!!!!!! Man, I had to get tickets for that. No choice. I had to do some creative things with the budget in order to afford it--WORTH IT! I may faint from the amazement of him, but at least I will be there!!!!!!!!!
Ok, back to work: finish reading my book, Model Patient by Karen Duffy; bouncing my rubber ball with light-up electronics inside; drinking my new favorite beverage, Diet Wild Red Soda; and maybe I'll attack some of this stack of professional reading while I'm at it. In the immortal words of my love Rick Danko at The Last Waltz, "Happy Thanksgiving!"

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