And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love

Time goes by and I lose hold of it. I have seen four movies I really enjoyed so far this week and written about none of them. Last night spatch and I extrapolated dinner out of a box of Blue Apron ingredients we inherited from rushthatspeaks and gaudior and some impulsive shopping we did after my appointment in the afternoon: black bean and chorizo quesadillas with roasted carrots and guacamole Autolycus had to be firmly shooed away forcibly removed from. Tonight I am at my mother's house, making cranberry sauce and about to embark upon three to four pies and our traditional stuffing. The afternoon into evening was characterized by pouring rain and TurkeyQuest 2017, both of which concluded satifactorily (the rain has ended and we have a turkey). Bertie Owen's keyboard is beginning to break down, so that I really have to punch these thin, flat, plasticky Macintosh keys to get a reliable s, i, and about half a dozen other letters. Just about everything seems exhausting. I'd like to come back and say more, but these apples aren't going to peel themselves.

[edit] Making three and a half pies, cranberry sauce, stuffing with sausage and mushrooms, and experimental squash is surprisingly therapeutic. I really didn't expect the skillet apple pie to come out so symmetrically.