Thanksgiving

 

November 26, 2020

Thanksgiving. Bought a cooked turkey breast from Ingles, forgetting how awful turkey can be. Threw it to the crows. Started a hike up the hill south from the Sleepy Gap pullover, but the steepness (and the mud) defeated me, and I didn’t make it to the top. Excellent exercise, though not that many steps. Kelly brought over a Thanksgiving plate for me, full of portions from the delicious meal she had served to her family. She reported remarking to her mother how her neighbor (me) was her age, and yet had just brought out a book. Most people have indeed finished their careers by this point. I have been tardy in everything.