Just wanted to inform you that Roxy and I have woken up from our Thanksgiving Day food coma and are almost back to normal.
A large part of my day has been spent talking on the phone calls with friends and family.
And given the size of the cleanup from yesterday’s food extravaganza, most of these calls have been conducted on speaker phone.
Roxy’s so fed up of listening to Black Friday anecdotes, that she’s donned her “Lifeguard” tee and is ready to take the next flight to the Bahamas.
Her eyes tell me she’d rather be the life guard on duty at some swag beach there, than have to listen to me ask for the tenth time, “What do you mean, the line wrapped all the way around Target?”