This was our table yesterday. It was set to make our guests feel welcomed, to feel important. To feast until we dropped.
Our table doesn’t look anything like this today. Today it is, gratefully, clean. It is also empty, save for a few leftover flowers and itty-bitty pumpkins. But the memories remain. And that’s good.
I will not be “Black Friday” shopping today. Each and every year it is my goal to avoid shopping for the entire weekend, if at all possible. I know that’s not how ever’body do. I know some of you absolutely live for getting up at the booty-crack of dawn and hitting sale after sale after sale. Hey – it ain’t my thang but I’m okay with it being yours.
I may see a movie today. Then again, I may not. I do sense a stuffing ball in my near future. And a nap. Maybe it should be called Good Friday. Those things sound pretty darned good to me.