Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so I'm sure that about 24 hours from now I'll be moaning that I ate too much, then try to find a quiet place to take a nap before hitting the pumpkin pie again. Things have changed from when I was young, which must mean that I'm very unyoung now. Football games or hunting were the after-meal activities back then, and after a couple of hours my body seemed to return to normal, whereas now I feel every extra ounce of that turkey and stuffing pushing my shirt to button-popping extremes for a week afterward. I suppose a sensible person would have some restraint when he knows that he's going to have to pay for that extra buttery roll and second helping of mashed potatoes and gravy, but that guy doesn't live here.
So tomorrow about now I hope to be playing a vigorous game of flag football and working off all that food... but I'll most likely be stretched out on the couch watching football on tv and wondering how I ever had the energy to do those things way back when. I hope everyone has a very wonderful day.