Thanksgiving

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, at least up here, and we had Carl’s mum here for the weekend and many delicious reasons for giving thanks.

We actually had the big meal on Sunday, because my rule of three day weekends attached to big-meal holidays is that you should have a day to restore peace to the kitchen.  I served ham (it is easier, although less healthy), roasted sweet potatoes, baked beans, maple-roasted brussel sprouts with almonds, and balsamic-roasted italian vegetables (onion, zucchini, red pepper). In other words I threw everything into the oven. It all came out well. The brussel sprouts were a new recipe and it was quite delicious.

Noah is starting to get the hang of holidays, so he sang happy birthday to himself about 12 times. I mean there can be no other reason for celebrating, although he was grossly disappointed that there was pie and no CAKE. It is quite incredible to be getting to hear what goes on inside his head. 

He makes jokes and calls them funny, right now, so if you follow him around you can hear something like: (points to hippo) “That cat! no, that no cat! FUNNY!”

Today though, he’s sick, and I am “working” from home. I got everything essential done and now I’m kind of stuck in a post-holiday, don’t-have-all-my-stuff fog. I am the poster child for why telecomuting may not always work. I am trying not to feel like crap about it, but we’ll see.

He really is sick though: fever of 100.5 (for Noah that is high) and he put himself down for a nap at 10:30, which is the really apocalyptic sign.  This brings up so much fear in me and that’s the real root of the lack of work. I wish I had sick days so I could just use one.