A seasonal, weather related haiku for you.
I am sick of it.
The calendar says it’s fall,
The air says winter.
A seasonal, weather related haiku for you.
I am sick of it.
The calendar says it’s fall,
The air says winter.
Oh, the bliss! I feel alive again!
Pre-gastric bypass surgery (2.5 years ago) I was a big fan of French Toast with Maple Syrup.
Post-surgery, where sugar can make me super sick, I avoided French Toast. My wife would make it for the kids and I’d have something else.
We were discussing it last week. There is nothing in French Toast itself that would make me sick. It was just the maple syrup that was a risk. I realized that was the only reason I hadn’t partaken in the delicacy.
Knowing that Jen was going to make it for breakfast today I went looking for sugar free maple syrup and I found some. Fast forward to today’s breakfast and I’m in!
It was delicious. Soooo good!
The cats don’t do well with crowds in the house. I was able to coax Robin out of hiding for a few minutes. Lily is nowhere to be found.
Someone is very excited for today’s events. Clearly.
The Bruins just lost to the Penguins.
The Penguins suck.
That means we can’t hide it anymore. The Bruins suck. They extra-suck.
I’m so hockey sad. Bah-hockey-humbug.
Just me and my love. Thanksgiving for two.
Still about an hour to go before everything is ready.
Thanksgiving Day is,
The best holiday for me,
and it’s almost here!
Be afraid…
Be very afraid.

Okay folks. You heard what the man said. Stephen King thinks you should all read 11/22/63. Get to work.