kvetching up

 Entry 1.  9:54 a.m. And you get a cocktail, and you get a cocktail, and you get a cocktail. . . Today I am off to Total Wine to get alcohol for our Thanksgiving celebration. With more than 2 dozen people heading our way, and only one minor, I am glad that they can set aside their culinary differences and converge at the bar. My Limoncello is still steeping, and I will find a cocktail of sorts to make with that. I tend to drink either scotch or Manhattans. If you know me, you know that I drink about as often as Trump admits he is wrong about anything. I will inventory the neglected liquor cabinet, and go from there. Jenny is doing alright. Her pump comes off this afternoon. I don't know if she has seen her numbers, but she told me quietly this morning, just before Leiney came downstairs after waking, that she is scared. It sounded to me, having known her for years, the fear wasn't just general, "I have terminal cancer and am scared" fear. We will talk after Leiney is ...

Up at 5:00 a.m. with the muttlings. Let them out. Gave them treats when they came back inside. Cleaned the kitchen, made coffee, chopped the bread for  Thanksgiving stuffing, fed the dogs, checked on Abby and then Jenny. Then, I went to work. At work, I had  3 separate bargaining sessions. At 3:30, I switched the meeting to my phone from my computer and participated in bargaining for the next 2 hours and a half, as I drove to Bellingham in Friday night rush hour traffic.  Got Leiney, went to Haagens to shop for advent gifts, took Leiney to dinner. We got home about 9:00. I fetched the mail, let the dogs out again, stayed with Willow outside while she sniffed every square inch of the lower patio. Came in, said goodnight to the girls and Jenny then came upstairs. As I finished disrobing, the nightly pawing came at my door. Willow and Buddy visited for 10 minutes, until Willow, as per usual, left of her own volition. If the night follows form, I will escort him out in about...