Got up around 5:30 this a.m., just so I could start having my lazy Sunday as early as possible, I guess. Since I'm ridiculously lazy about emptying dishwasher when it's run through its cycle, I just grabbed a glass and poured my iced coffee into it, and sat reading my flist with my cat snoozing by my side. When I got up to make my breakfast, I grabbed for a spoon out of the dishwasher and realized it was actually full of dirty dishes.

Well, the one bright spot is there was a 50% chance I was imbibing my own cooties, and also, having spent the weekend with Huz, I'm relatively sure she's germ-free.

I suppose I should be doing pre-holiday stuff, but seriously, I wish to be a slug today. (Which includes writing, actually.) I don't feel any guilt about this desire, considering I spent much time on my feet on Thanksgiving, and then last night at the party, and so my ankles were protesting from the moment I got out of bed this morning.

I swear I didn't get this off of Engrish.com:

this is for part if my diary series on in the many enterys that jack makes the will be one for each episode

It's from Tsp. It's also by the same "author" as my last one. Gah! Make it go away!

Jack causes fustrations by I dun spel gud [Reviews - 1]
Who knows what causes Jacks fustrations - but there is one man who Jack causes them for

What the hell are "fustrations"? I swear, some people shouldn't be set loose with a keyboard.

( In which I babble a bit much about my personal history with the internet in general and web browsers in particular )

( In which the seed of rebellion is planted )

( In which I give actual feedbackyish stuff on Chrome )

I'm sort of appalled at how much of my internet life is now tied up in Google (email, word processing, browsing, searches. . . .), but, well. They seem to GET IT pretty well.

Of course, tomorrow it will get the true test: can it run Gmail, LJ, and stream me some Farscape on Netflix at the same time?

Finally cooked my first meal in my new kitchen last night. Nothing caught fire. And I didn't go to bed hungry.

Thank you Lions -- and thank you, Texas! (It's a lousy cell phone picture -- believe me, the fruit looks better in person, and tastes just great.)

Y'know the best part? Tonight feels like Sunday, but tomorrow won't be Monday.

Huzzlewhat arrived on Thursday around noon, and brought her amazing cornbread stuffing with tons of cream and butter in it, plus pumpkin cheesecake, and made mashed potatoes and gravy as the turkey was finishing.

Every year I believe the Penzey's recipe and the turkey packaging that says it should take 3 hours for a 12-pound bird, and every year it's another full hour, while certain foods dry out. Grrrr. Still, it was delish, rubbed with Penzey's Bicentennial rub, which not only makes amazing turkey, but stellar gravy as well. I also made cranberry sauce, which Huz couldn't stop raving about, and was soooo easy. I used the Ocean Spray recipe (which can be found on their site, too), which just involves boiling the cranberries in a mixture of sugar and water. When they were done, I stirred in the remainder of a package of salad topper that consisted of slivered almonds and orange flavored craisins. And I made green bean casserole (my must-have from childhood), mustard bread and roasted sweet potato chunks with garam masala. Everything was absolutely delicious, and we have tons of leftovers between us.

Thursday we cooked and ate and watched the Star Trek 2009 film, plus a couple of eps of the Original Series -- "City on the Edge of Forever" and "Operation: Annihilate," the second of which we did a thorough MST3King of.

Friday was a sunny day, so we went out for a little while to cruise the kinda-sorta-dollar-store (We know how to do Black Friday!). Their big "wall-to-wall sale" consisted of 20% off certain items which had been raised from 99 cents to $1.19. Came back, watched some source text for Yuletide, then I introduced Huz to due South, and she fell just as hard as I did. (First one's free, kid...)

This morning, I got up early to take the cat in for his claw trimming, which also got me down the hill in time to put the 4 bags of T'giving garbage out for pickup. Vet visit was five minutes and out, and then Huz and I went to breakfast at the farmer's market, which is now set up on the ground floor of an old hotel, which had been a restaurant recently but closed. Had omelet sandwiches and pastries, then walked up the high street to look in stores -- she bought a cool hand-made shelf at one place, I bought a shirt and a cardigan at the thrift shop, and she got a shirt. We stopped in the art glass place to visit Lenny, the store cat, whom I've fed via the online feeder, and we got a demo of how it works as a whole, rather than as seen via web cam closeups.

Came back for another couple of eps of dS, plus cheesecake for lunch. At four she headed for home, and I went to the open house for my friend F's 90th birthday. There was quite a crowd there, and tons of great food, people who'd come from several states to be there, a man and his three daughters who sang several songs. People stayed quite a while rather than drifting in and then out. I helped the San Miguel gals in the kitchen for a while, and eventually headed home. Now am bone tired and glad I have a day of indolence and writing planned for tomorrow.

I feel like a weenie, but I think I'm going to bed now. It's been a great weekend! I hope my flist, whether celebrating Thanksgiving or not, are having a wonderful weekend as well.

For those of you who are interested, the first 3 seasons of Farscape are now streamed on Netflix.

*puts on party hat and fires up the Roku*

In other news, have felt like crap all day complete with gastrointestinal distress. Finally caved and drank a 12 ounce bottle of Gatorade and zonked for a half-hour.

I woke up actually hungry and feeling oodles better. Yay!

But in case this is nothing more than a brief upswing, I'm going to cancel the nature walk tomorrow.

Just the same, though, I'm freezing.