The Gaming Outpost

I am sorely tempted to regale you with an account of my past thirty-six or so hours, from getting up yesterday, getting my wife to work and the trash to the dump then hitting several widely scattered purveyors of good ranging from farm-fresh cider to kitchen utensils, delivering a sweater to the aforementioned wife then having barely enough time to pick up the girlfriend of a sleeping son who helped me unload the groceries before returning to pick up said wife and start work on Thanksgiving dinner.

Happy Thanksgiving, by the way, to those who live in these United States.

I was unable to get the beef this year, but we made the macaroni and cheese which is certainly on my list of favorites.  The idea was to put as much in place as possible, and the arrival of another son helped immensely–I could not have had the turkey in the oven by ten this morning without his help.  After that, I got a brief nap while it cooked. After taking the wife to work again today, I finished the remainder of the preparations those of us who were here–four of my five sons plus two from the women’s auxiliary–expressed our gratitude and enjoyed dinner.

I then attempted, perhaps around six, to get another nap, but sleep was elusive.  Unfortunately, thought seems equally elusive, as the brain is on the fritz, as they say.  So I can neither sleep effectively nor work productively at the moment.

I did upload the Examiner temporal anomalies article, a filler answering an oft-asked reader question, Why not analyze time travel television shows?.  I hope the answer makes sense.  Indeed, I hope the question makes sense.

I’m going to see if sleep will surrender to me for a brief period, although come to think of it people will be wanting cream whipped for pie soon, so maybe I’ve got other work to do.

–M. J. Young