Gonna be in the hospital for Thanksgiving is what I've been told today.
I continue to violate doctors' orders and drink and eat too much.
The stupid thing about having to be cooped up at Thanksgiving is because of
the surgeon's schedule. I'll be recovering but can't be guaranteed turkey.
I'm trying to feel good about this 'cause dad's not around and I really don't
care for my other relatives (the ones who're used to me bringing a case of wine
to T-Day dinner PLUS a bottle of Cognac). They'll just have to do without, I
guess.
I will salt and pepper a crow and eat it feathers and all if any of the
aforementioned relations bother to come up to Connecticut to visit me in
hospital.