  Up rather early as compared to recent mornings this week. It felt nice to shut off the telly around 7:30 and just heed the call to sleep. Even without a drop to put me down, I still slept another 14 hours. Less troublesome dreams at least I think so since I dont have vibrant images haunting me this morning. Another French press, another wet morning with cold feet. Ive put a call out to friends gauging their availability to indulge in a Thanksgiving Day feast at my place.
My first official party, but all have been over here before. My scallop/cr fraiche/caviar appetizer is a must, along with a bottle of moet or vueve cliquot. Other than that, the only rules for folks is to avoid anything resembling traditional fare. We start at one and work our way through courses, with wines to match, until the grande finale around eight. Its our favourite holiday; no actual gifts to get in the way of the eating and community. No check in the mail again yesterday, the day after its supposed to have arrived.
So the days plans will have to reflect my poverty, having more to do with laundry and football watching than grocery shopping or getting an oil change. Bills past due. I blew it this month, opting for immediate comfort over responsible spending. Too much golf on the telly to rationalize sitting in front of it this morning. Out of the warm, silk PJs and into some shitty clothes suitable for cleaning. Me and mighty Ajax on the front lines of scrubbing. (you see, Ajax is a warrior character in the Iliad . So the joke is) 
