Turkey, pie, and a whole lot of family.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

The holidays are my favorite time of year. It's not even the shopping that makes me love it. There's a feeling that comes with Thanksgiving and Christmas that has been with me since I was little. It's indescribable, instantly recognizable.

A smell, a taste to the air. A happiness that floats over everybody. I love it.

In my hometown, the day after Turkey Day is a big deal. Shoppers Stroll is my favorite event in town. The tree is lit, there's chesnuts and pretzels on grills outside, a parade rolls by, and chowder or hot chocolate is served in the church. It's perfect.

Yes, I realize how quaint my town sounds. I love it.

I remember the way you used to look at me.

So I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I think I have too much on my mind, like this attempt at a novel I'm writing, or the homework I don't do that actually has to be turned in (who ever heard of such a thing?), or maybe it's just because I have this terrible habit of thinking about the future. What will happen in four years? Where will I be?

You see, I have plans. And they will go accordingly. Or else.

The problem is, life really doesn't work that way.

Lately, I've been terrified that nothing will be what I want it to be. That I will fail at something, and everything will unravel. It is horrifying.

I fear that this terror will not subside, that I will live with this sunken secret for the rest of my life.

The Ugly Truth.

The day in the life of an ice cream cone...

Creation...and a rapid death. Depending on the consumer anyway.

the end.

Actually, an ice cream cone may have a good long life. How many people eat cones when bowls are easily accessible? I really have no idea, but I usually don't eat cones. Hmmm.

The floor no longer smells like someone barfed up macaroni and cheese, even though the share box was accosted on Saturday. I count this as a plus. Hip hip hooray.