Okay, yesterday I gave thanks for the finer points like playing good ‘ol ‘merican football and celebrating life by thumbing one’s nose at age and injury.
Now I am somewhat less thankful for thumbing my nose at reason as every muscle above my waist is groaning as if I have the worst aching flu or been subjected to The Rack.
The worst is my neck muscles and ribs because they are in the picture with every breath and motion. I would rather not even remember the sneezes.
I am reminded of a quote from Rocky III when asked for his prediction for the fight, Clubber Lang sneered menacingly,
“Pain.”
Today I am thankful for Advil and ice.
blief 
I was sure that my holiday-best turkey gravy would make the news; or my can’t be beat Royal Duchess crystal goblets filled with perfectly chilled “Sparkling Cider”, how about the black olives in the charming rustic mini-crocks. . . ?
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You know…that was some pretty freakin good gravy and taters. Only just now has my sore muscle fixation subsided enough to remember just how good it was.
It was so good I had seconds that night after Abby and Angela went to bed. Whoo boy was I full!
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Okay, I guess we’re on again for next year!
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