A Post of a Post

Just before I went to bed last night, my stomach decided to be unkind, much unlike the bed that was calling me. I didn’t feel too awful when I woke up so I took a short walk to the corner, where the street intersects with the desert. I didn’t go far from the gate. Good thing, too. I was barely able to make it home. It’s either a stomach flu or holiday anxiety.

I had a turkey dinner pre-ordered at Sprouts but dared not go there and back. Neighbor across the street picked it up for me. I gave her a poinsettia meant for tomorrow because I won’t be going for breakfast. That’s okay because I suspect I might be sleeping late.

Today I learned (as if I didn’t know already) that some people are idiots. Someone called the Sahuarita police about a woman doing drugs in a car. The police found the woman eating a sandwich.

To blippers in the United States, I wish you a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. Despite my ups and downs, I am thankful that I continue waking up every day (kind of a big deal), for Reno and Albuquerque brothers and for having so many beautiful memories with my mom. And thankful, of course, for you.

Go Bills!