This week had two Sundays, or maybe it was two Saturdays. Thanksgiving threw the days off. After I ate all of what makes Thanksgiving so special, I felt that I would never eat again. Then why am I hungry again for more turkey. And why didn't I eat that
other piece of pie. I want it now. Too bad. I don't have it. It went home with the baker. Dang. Because we went to a friends house for Thanksgiving, I don't have any left overs. The problem was solved by my upstairs neighbor bringing me enough left overs to
have a full Turkey dinner tonight. I will have to think of some way to repay her kindness. Already my mouth is watering for what we will have for dinner. Only a few more hours and I can stuff myself again. Calories don't count. Its a holiday. And my plates
are white.