Hate November.

Grey, gray, damp and cold. Short days, dying light, flagging spirits, ebbing energy and are you sure humans don't hibernate? All I want to do is eat and lie supine in the recliner, huddled under blankets and cats, reading or watching Perry Mason re-runs. I'm normally a cheery person, and I will soon be gearing up for the holidays and then, after solstice, I can always tell myself that the days are getting longer. That invariably helps. I count my blessings and keep myself hydrated and think positive thoughts, but man I hate November!

This weekend should mark the turn-around for my grumpiness. At a fund-raiser auction, MJ and Rick bought a black tie gourmet dinner with conversation at a local celebrity's home. Since the dinner was for four guests, and since it is scheduled for DH's birthday night, Rick and MJ are inviting us along. We will get out the tuxedo and one of my formal dresses, and put on our shiniest manners. I will turn the "Charm" knob up to "dazzle," and with any luck, this should be a delightful birthday dinner for DH. bless his dear, dear heart!!

That's for saturday. Then on Sunday, DH is cooking a turducken. That's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken. This one has cajun spices. We are inviting a crowd, because there's 17 lbs of meat to dispense with. This should be another fun party. I just have to clean house and set the table first. Oh, and bake a carrot cake and make a salad. Gleep!! And all I want to do is lie supine in the recliner, huddled under cats and blankets, eating cheese and almonds, and reading or watching Perry Mason re-runs. Hate November!!