Gracious

Up the usual too early. No appreciable snow. Highways were treacherous, so I read, but I drove home in a tepid drizzle, and plan to leave the car untouched until Monday morning. Prepared the chicken about 0700, over the frozen pineapple and strawberries too long forgotten until I cleaned the freezer last week. Smelled wonderful at about the 3 hour mark. Tried to broil it to crisp up skin. Falling apart and tender.



Tasted of nearly nothing at all. Not that Moby minded his bit of dark meat, wolfed down. Lioned down? But we had jalapeño cranberry sauce which solved that nicely. Salad. Other rather experimental elements, and while not a failure - moist poultry on Thanksgiving is so rare as to be non-traditional - it was not a system we plan on repeating. Not without a dramatic re-thinking of the method. Made potatoes too. Usual method, in water in the microwave, but for some reason it all broke down too much, becoming soup instead of mashables. Will have to fry it up, drive off some of the water.


Eleanor hanging out by space heater, still wanting crunchies, not moist, fresh food. She is not losing any appreciable amount of weight, so we have to assume she is getting sufficient nutrition, as long as we aren't looking. I woke to anxious, angry dreams, until she walked on my chest and settled in for a snuggle.




Moby not sure about Moose Zachary, but they both seem to be bird watching. Put out a Thanksgiving feast for them, as well. Birds mobbing all morning.



So beautifully quiet outside. Watching MST3K streaming today. Reading a Nero Wolf. Dealing with reactive airways, which sucks rather. Drugs, humidifier, food all help. Taking life slowly. No need to rush, the ocean awaits all rivers.