There is an audio file of a gobbling turkey (or turkeys maybe) that somehow found its way into my fam, the GG, me, and my beach urchins including niece Pengo… It’s a toss-up as to who first texts the file out to the rest of the fam on Turkey Day morning. It usually isn’t me.

This summer I am hearing that noise somewhere outside my bedroom window at 0-skunk-30 AM most mornings. I mean like at 5:00 AM. “Thomas” struts around the “neighborhood” (mainly our place and my next door cousins’ place, I think). All fluffed up Thanksgiving style, he struts his stuff and announces his presence to everyone in the neighborhood.

Good thing I like to get up early. And so I did albeit not at 5:00 AM. But I was on my way to the recycle drop-off and Meijer by a few minutes before seven and home by eight (no traffic lights!). I had a 9:30 meeting. That’s early for my team and I was a wee bit nervous about it for various reasons. One because I was in the Hot Seat (sorta), others I can’t explain in a sensible way. As it turned out it was a GREAT meeting and I got some wonderful direction for how to proceed on one of my latest projects. The rest of the day was filled with impromptu “working” meetings and random requests from all points in my work universe. I love that people still seem to value me or at least my institutional knowledge at this stage of my life. How did I get here? I do not know.

We’ll talk about Trump cogitating upon pardoning Big Gretch’s would-be kidnappers some other day. Oh, not that Trump is capable of cogitating about anything except maybe gold terlets, or maybe it’s that he cogitates while sitting ON his gold terlet. Or whatever passes for cogitating in his pea (pee?) brain. Everyone poops. Even wannabe kings.

Ah well, rambly rambly gobblety gobblety. G’night!

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