Today at work someone brought donuts. Lots of donuts. I give thanks for donuts.
When I was judged for eating a second donut, and yes I was judged and judged by many, I simply stated that I was practicing for Thanksgiving.
It has painfully come to my attention that the metabolism and eating capabilities of my youth are fond memories to think of during bouts of heartburn and indigestion. With that fun little revelation, I know that I can’t casually go into Thanksgiving anymore. I have to prepare, I have to do the appropriate gastrointestinal stretches, I have to exercise, I have to practice.
So, during the next two days I will eat yogurt. What? Did you think I meant grotesque amounts of eating? Nope. I have to prep my ever-grumpy tummy for tryptophan and carbs.
More than anything, I am looking forward to time with family. Time to dominate some boardgames, time for naps, time to appreciate not shopping on Thanksgiving, time to be happy about not being at work and not listening to customers complain about having to spend time with loved ones. I take this time off for a reason.
So what do donuts have to do with Thanksgiving? I don’t know. I just like donuts.
I am writing this quick update between batches of canned peaches. I overdid it and bought a lot of peaches. A lot. Now I have to do something with them. Maybe this should count as my punishment for not meeting my goals the week before last. Then again, it isn’t fair that my wife should have to share the punishment. Katie is not happy about my impressive peach procurement capabilities.
That is only about a fourth of the peaches...
Last night I topped off the last of my 2100 words. That felt great, even if I was up late attacking my keyboard. So the character in my book is named Bret Reynolds. I didnt know his last name until last night around the 1800 word mark. It was like “bam, dude’s name is Reynolds.” I love it when the muse showers knowledge upon me.
This week I am taking a step back. Holiday weekends should not be spent in front of a computer, but with family and lots of yummy foods (yes, Cathy, I like food a lot. Didn’t you see me light up like crazy when you gave me a whole bag of m&m oatmeal cookies?). So the goal this week is a modest 1500 words. I already wrote my TWOS story, the title is awesome, and so any further writing will be pure Bret Reynolds story.
I want to thank everyone so far for their support. This blog is becoming a valuable tool for me. Now back to the peaches… joy.