I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving. I went to my dad's this holiday and we actually had a nice meal. No turkey, just ham, but I'm going to the store today and getting a turkey breast (thanks to my brother for that idea). Last year, we went out to eat and it was depressing and the food was not good. This year was a definite improvement in the food category and, most importantly, we have leftovers.
I haven't picked up my knitting since my move, but I managed to keep all my projects and stash in a fairly organized mess. After today, I'm hoping to spend one day this four-day weekend indulging in my favorite hobby.
I do a lot of thinking driving back and forth from my father's house. I can't believe that I'm almost 38 years old. I can't believe that I made it this far and didn't have children. Could I have messed up my life any more than I have?
Then I opened up all the windows, turned up my radio, and sang my voice out. That chased away the "poor me" pity party.