I almost hit a giant wild turkey on the highway today. I'd have hit it, but it gave the appearance of possessing the ability to inflict serious damage on the car, so I swerved. I take this to be a sign from the Gods that I am to return the the place of my birth, gorge on the bounties of the First World no less than thrice, and, most urgently, engage in some brand of mischief with the members of my true family.
And then I remember the shop is going to be deserted all weekend. Free blowslots look mighty tasty to someone like me with crits-a-plenty to look forward to. And the tumbleweeds a blowin' through the cold shop seem to be whispering my name.....
But who am I kidding? I'm headed east, sometime before Friday. I will eat and drink like it is my job. I can only hope to see you all there.
Thursday- Farragut Turkey/ Rush's birthday/Festivities and Merriment
Friday- Oak Ridge Meatstravaganza/Continued Festivities, perhaps with a reduced portion of Merriment, though an increased amount would not be unwelcome.
Saturday - Sounds like Knoxville's out, we could...stir up trouble in O.R.? Or maybe I'll return to work? I'd hate to think it would come to that.
Okay, class, what are you thankful for this year?