A Thanksgiving haiku for you. I wrote this at about 10:00am. It’s almost 7:30pm now. This would have worked much better if I posted it before everyone ate their traditional turkey dinners. Sorry.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope your turkey is moist,
and filled with stuffing
Pork chops, carrots, and potatoes. Not traditional… yet. Time will tell.
I’m jealous. I want to take a nap too.
The ketchup on the hamburger is sugar free!
Lily and Robin wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving. Or they would if they knew what it was. They are just cats, you know?
If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?
Daily writing prompt
I get to pick one person from all of history. Well, that’s not going to be easy. Do I pick a musician? Jimi Hendrix or John Lennon? I have all of human existence though, so why stay with the 1960’s? I could pick Beethoven but he was deaf and I don’t know sign language (did he?). I could pick JS Bach. He had something like 20 kids so maybe I could get some relationship advice from him or something.
What about political folks? President Lincoln is the obvious choice, but I’d have to tell him that the republican party that he put on the map eventually morphed into a racist, fascist, nazi party knock off that tried to over throw a legitimate presidential election. That would likely bum him out, big time. Sorry, Abe. I could pick Napoleon, or Alexander the Great, or Julius Caesar, but knowing my luck I’d try to crack an ice breaker style joke and they’d get offended and execute me on the spot. That would suck.
I could pick some random person from a time period that is fascinating. Some dude who lived in colonial era Boston, or Ancient Greece, or Renaissance Italy, or Roman era England, and just learn about how they lived their lives. That would be pretty amazing.
Knowing me the way I do though, I would pick Neil Peart. He’s only been gone for just shy of four years, and he hated interacting with fans, but I’d just tell him that we’re all thankful for all of the music he made and that we miss him. Yeah, that would probably be my choice.
Despite the fact that I’ve spent the last 10 hours feeling seriously sick with stomach pain and gas and all sorts of badness, I still managed to hit my daily water goal (64 ounces) and my daily protein goal (80 grams) as well as closing all three activity rings (calories, exercise, and standing) on my AppleWatch.
I just hit the water goal a minute ago. I’m going to wait 30 minutes and see how I feel. There is a little part of me that wants to try to eat a little something before I sleep. I probably won’t, but let’s see how I feel in half an hour, yeah?
My brilliant, beautiful, bride, Jennifer took this picture.
Is Lily sitting on my lap (for the first time ever!!) because she can sense I am feeling sick and wants to comfort me, or does she just want to sit on the blanket that my grandmother made?
Probably the blanket.
My stomach is still a mess. Is it better than it was when I last posted? Maybe a little bit. I had a very small protein snack an hour ago and while it initially made me feel worse, maybe it opened the door to some minor improvement. Who knows.
Again, if the occasional day like this is the price I have to pay for the weight loss success that gastric bypass surgery gave me, then I absolutely will pay it. No hesitation.
That doesn’t mean today hasn’t sucked though. Oh, it has.
Today’s haiku is brought to you by the stomach ache that I thought would go away when I had something to eat but did not.
My angry stomach,
Would not be easily fixed.
Call this a bad day.
