So, it is the night before Thanksgiving and I was having a great time working away when we were encouraged to, uh, well, “pssst, leave a leetle bit early today”. All right, I guess I will. As grateful as I am for little perks like that, once I actually got home, I felt sort of deflated. It is not easy to be in the sandwich generation and I was worrying about not being with The Commander for the holiday, even though I don’t *regularly* spend Thanksgiving with her and she is *fine* and is spending it with a friend. I know that I don’t have a bad life or even a hard life. There aren’t all that many layers in my sandwich. I mean, there are women my age who are raising their grandchildren because their *children* are drug-addicted or whatever. Me? With my feisty, healthy mother and well-adjusted 20-something kids? Well, not so much. Still. I wallowed in self-pity for a while this afternoon. I guess we all need to do that from time to time.

And then I mobilized! The GG was also encouraged to leave work bit early and so we ended up treating today like any old in-town Friday night, that is, we walked (separately) down to the Old Town barrroooooomm for dinner. The waitress did a double-take when she saw us. Wait a minute? You guys are always here on Friday. What day is it? Yes, we go there often enough now that we are recognized. It was pretty quiet when we got there but the waitress was braced for a busy, crazy night and, sure enough, by the time we left at 7:30 or so, business had picked up considerably and it was starting to sound like a terrarium in there. It’s been years since I’ve stayed awake until after nine or 10 o’clock the night before Thanksgiving but I do remember those days. I would drive home from college in whatever god-awful weather Old Man Winter felt like throwing at me (hey Sam, remember when we fishtailed off the road into that big snowbank?) and, when I would *finally* get off the last exit on the I75 SUV Speedway, I would stop in to say a quick hello to the parental units and then find some friends and head down to the Alpha Bar. And that is all I’m gonna say about that for now.

The GG headed off to bed just after nine, grumbling that he was too old to go to bed that early. I am still up but I pretty frequently nod off by nine and I am not ashamed of that. I get up early early, I get a lot of exercise and I work very hard, both at my job and keeping up with life. If I am tired at nine o’clock, I probably need the sleep.

Happy Turkey Eve and good night,
Kayak Woman

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