I couldn't wait for the holiday and had my Thanksgiving macaroni and cheese tonight. I guess that means beans tomorrow, but beans are a native American food so maybe that's more appropriate anyway. I'm not sure what I'll be eating next week because the stores didn't put out their usual Wednesday ads. I won't be able to make out my list until Friday, which has thrown my rhythm off.
The whole day has been odd, really. I feel like I've been sleepwalking for the last fifteen hours or so. It might be a product of that illness that still refuses to arrive or depart. I'm thinking I might make a cup of tea. Tea and maybe some cinnamon toast. Nice on such a chilly night.
