We’re gearing up for the big Turkey Day feast like everyone else in the country. I plan on being up bright and early to start in on the cooking along with Shauna. My grandmother won’t be able to make it, as she’s feeling under the weather and doesn’t want to make everyone sick too, but other than her, the usual bunch will gather a feed from the Chewbode glutton trough. I suspect that while everyone is beating each other about the head and neck on Black Friday, I’ll simply be sitting around rubbing my still-stuffed belly and waging an internal battle; more food, or sleep?

All production has halted for the holiday, but should begin back up this weekend. Depend if I’ve come out of my gigantic carb-fog yet.

Sick Thought of the Day: Nut twist squeal.