Wreckage

Pretty much sums up where I've been coming from. But hopefully, on the mend now. It's three weeks of bronchitis (still coughing), school (ending on Monday, final exam and project done as of last Monday), holiday stress and new beginnings all weighing in. I'm looking forward to some time to get my head together; I haven't been very good to myself lately.

New beginnings - there's always an ending at the start of a beginning - does that even make sense?

Thanksgiving was nice. I love that we stay home for it now; while I enjoy reconnecting with family and friends, it is nice to not have to drive around for an hour looking for parking. Or take the kids upstairs and wait for Mike to find a spot while the boys fight over which episode of "I Spy" or "Crashbox" to watch.

Mike and I cooked up a feast. He made three turkey breasts, cranberry sauce, gravy and stuffing; I whipped up some cappuccino custards (I baked them in my Corelle mugs - so cute!), maple-glazed carrots with pecans, and mashed sweet potatoes with nutmeg & sour cream. Even Will got into the act, making white chocolate-coated pretzel logs with sprinkles and later, sugar cookies with turkey faces on them (candy corn feathers... mmm...). Mom and Rich came over, and Christian, my brother-in-law, arrived the night before. It was a nice, small group.