Let's not weep for the Turkey 2006

Eight hours to go at the office, hope Doc lets me leave early. (Lysania God bless her friggin soul is on vacation) Three days right before a holiday flying solo is not fun, it's like facing the Invasion of the Living Anti-inflammatories. Everyone wants to be fixed and flexible for the holidays, it takes a lotta joint effort to carve a turkey you know.

I'm getting into my usual Zen-like state to face the kitchen. The head count so far is ten, which is not so bad. It will be fun. At least we will have Friday to recoup and catch up with a movie or something. I've got my eye on The Fountain


Thinking back it has been a good year, no complains, no regrets. Tomorrow I'll make sure to thank The Man Upstairs for unexpected and well deserved blessing that came my way. Nothing special, I do it every day anyway.

In the mean time I'll leave you with a great American mind reminding us the historical perspective of this most celebrated holiday

Jon Stewart: "I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land."