Oops

I’m going to get this in under the wire.

It’s Black Friday. I started in New York. I ended in Connecticut.
I woke up. Had some Chester’s smoked breakfast sausage with Raf.
We shot the shit. Fed the kids. Ate some pie.

I clogged up his toilet. I didn’t tell him. But I’m pretty handy.

We left. Checked into the hotel. Went swimming.
Went out for sushi.
I dropped off the sack of Chester’s meat and the wine I got from Heather for tomorrow’s second Thanksgiving feast.
Went back to the hotel.
Grabbed a beer.
And my ‘puter.

What I did not do all day, was write a blog post.

But I’ve written a blog post every day for more years than I can count. And dammit, it would just be painful to look back on the blog with a big gaping hole on Friday, November 24.

It’s not as if a lot of people were going to read this anyway.

But if you are reading this, I hope your Thanksgiving was equally relaxing and enjoyable.
Maybe it’s good to take a day off every few years.
Or maybe not. Obviously, it’s still not something I find comfortable… yet.

Monday, the FLB will be back in full force. Enjoy the rest of the long weekend.