We had a great Thanksgiving. All of my family and Charlie's family joined together for a meal. My favorite part was my father's homemade yeast biscuits. I could eat twenty of those things. The turkey was so moist and tender and not at all dry. And it wouldn't be Thanksgiving if it wasn't for lots of delicious casseroles.
Dad was ready for me, as well, with lots of drugs.
"You sure you won't take your Klonopin?" he asked me. "You will be less nervous."
"I am okay," I replied, feigning resilience.
Dad kept seeing my hands shaking nervously. I didn't want to take any drugs to mar the experience. It was the first Thanksgiving I had attended in a long time. Previous years I would stay home due to my social anxieties and wait for my mother to bring me a plate of food.
My sister's daughter will soon be two years old. She took the cake as the cutest member of our little entourage. She would run and grab a toy to bring to me with the biggest, shyest smile.
Now, it is late Saturday afternoon and getting darker by the moment on this overcast day. Football is on to capture most other's attention. The much ballyhooed Auburn vs. Alabama game is on -- the big rivalry. I am home wasting time on the Internet trying to avoid football if at all possible. Hope y'all had a good Thanksgiving as well.