Dreary

I haven't seen even the tiniest ray of sun since Sunday. 70 hours. Weather forecast says more snow/rain and clouds tomorrow. Maybe sun on Friday?

Katie has landed a full-time job. I should be happy that she found employment,with benefits even. But it's very sad that my daughter cannot stay home with her baby.

I've been working this week on editing. It's good to do; I enjoy it. But I find myself unsettled and tending-toward-cranky when I try to make schoolwork and cooking and housework fit in around the corners of other duties. I'm happier when the most important work is given the highest priority.

I have no idea what's going to happen for dinner today or tomorrow. The turkey is big and I have nothing to cook it in. So I hacked off the legs and thighs and lower back, and threw them in a stew pot this morning. I'll have to figure out what they will become later this afternoon. I think the breast will fit into my biggest pot tomorrow. At least something is started for tonight's supper, even if it's one of those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure suppers.

I should not have planned to fly to California on Thanksgiving weekend. I didn't think about fitting in everything for the holidays while packing and getting things ready to be gone. And they're warning us of the crowds in the airport, and to get there plenty early. At least the forecast for Sacramento is gobs of sun and temps in the 60s!

Church tonight and church tomorrow morning. That will make things look much brighter.