So it's thanksgiving once again, and for once I am excited. More than that - pumped! (oh dear, eighties slang). But, really, for the first time in quite awhile I'm having a home thanksgiving with my girlfriend and all my housemates and their boyfriends/dates.
I spent yesterday in a fervor of baking, making twice-baked sweet potatoes, a pumpkin pie, battling with turkey brine, etc... Today I plan to just focus on the turkey and picking up whatever else needs doing. Between the five of us, everyone is making some sort of tastiness. Katie made a maple syrup pie last night and bought a bumpit, which I'm pretty excited about. She has the perfect hair to really make it work.
I have been exceedingly domestic as of late, spending days writing in the morning and doing housework in the afternoon. Ambitiously, I launched on a project of doing morning pages every day - that's three freewrite pages of gobbldegook every am upon rising. Coffee helps, and it helps that I wake up every day at around 8, so I've got the quiet time before the wuzh wakes up to get things done.
This state of productivity may or may not last. I'm experimenting with a new book project, a collection of short stories based around the five cities I've lived in. As my hard drive broke, I've had to do a lot of retyping and careful revisions of old hard copy drafts. It's going to be awhile before this sees fruition, but I'm working on it, and hoping.