*This post is thanks to the Food Network*
So maybe this morning you find yourself faced with the day after Thanksgiving wearies.
*Dazed half-smiling face on pillow, eyes still shut*
You have stayed in bed a bit later than usual, and only jump up at the last minute as you realized the rumble and clatter of metal outside your bedroom window is not a train going by because you don’t live near train tracks any more but it’s actually the trashman coming the day after the holiday as you were notified six months ago–
And now that you are coming back inside, your heart racing, your lungs alive with brisk, misty air, the house feels warm and inviting, and there’s still a trace of turkey in the air if only a few scraps remain in the fridge.
*happy face reflecting glow of refrigerator light*
Mmmm…those turkey scraps will…
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