I not only had trouble moving, but I purposely had three cups of coffee at the boss's house before driving home to counter the tryptophan. I have to admit, it DID feel strange to not drive to Julie's house to take her over to her brother's for the meal we have done for the past 11 Thanksgivings. The first one, we flew down to Colonial Williamsburg and had our dinner in a restaurant there.
I have enough leftovers from his wife to eat through Sunday. Phew!
Good morning, Bret and everyone!
[Avatar photo from a Florida training accident. Everyone walked away.] 2 Tim 3:16-17