Bluebird sky, shirtsleeve warm; it was a perfect day in which to rest and recuperate. Sheila came in without a moment's hesitation (of course she did, the twerp!). I moved a bench on the deck out of the shade and sat and read for awhile, the winter sun soothing aching muscles and joints, listening only to bird sounds and an occasional Skilsaw as someone with a day off and more ambition than I took on a project. Back in the house, it seemed the perfect day to watch all six episodes of "Pride and Prejudice" back to back, with a short break for a nap. (I'll watch anything with Colin Firth.)
Preparing Thanksgiving dinner is like running a marathon race, and I'll be the first to say I'm out of practice. Professional chefs are athletes as well as inspired cooks, constantly on their feet and always moving. I really needed my day of R&R after a full shift at the stove. Eyelids drooping, I opted for an early bedtime, once again giving thanks.