Well, I got the rona, I’m not gonna play it off like it’s a surprise. It’s here to stay and we’re all gonna get it. Been out and about since the shit went down in March 2020. Finally got version one(ish). I’ll get version two through fifty, or whatever variant it is when I die. I got the vax, the kids are half vax, but we are all positive (except for the weirdo L). It started with D and a close contact then rolled out to all of us. D and M breezed through with nothing. J and the twins, not as good. Who knows if the vax kept me in the “this is just sniffles” category for most of the time. I was doing great, no symptoms but then, NO SMELL AND NO TASTE!!! This is terrible!!!

My turn, we’re all gonna get it. So far so good at least. No real symptoms.

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Now that it’s over, the leftovers are dwindling, the turkey pot pie has been made, I’m gonna say it… I do not like oven roasted turkey. I’m gonna take it a step further, hold on to your socks, I don’t even like Thanksgiving food in general. It’s my favorite holiday, as I’ve grown older I still love the everything about the tradition and relaxation, but the food hasn’t kept up with the hype. Probably because the Franklin BBQ smoked turkey breast I make throughout the year is superior in every way.

Let’s now move forward. The prime rib and sides on the horizon are being looked forward to and salivated about already. The roast beast. The NYE shrimp and apps, so good.

I’m over the turkey hump, on to the roast rump.