I’ll be doing Thanksgiving again this year. At least I got more than twenty-four hours notice.

Of course, this past weekend was supposed to be spent cleaning up the house. But my wife was sick and very little got done. It’s pretty much time to panic at this point.

Now, the odd thing is that I’ve been looking forward to this. Everybody seems to like my Thanksgiving dinner and I certainly like making people happy. It’s just that circumstances have made it difficult for me to do this in anything less than the same rush I did it last year, and that frustrates me.

Plus, I probably won’t have a chance to try anything new. I had originally planned on doing a ham as well as a turkey, but I don’t think I’ll have time now.

Oh, well. It’s a good excuse to clean up the house. And there will be pie. Oh, yes. There will be pie.