Yawn.

Slow start on Turkey Day here at Roseholme Cottage.

Roomie has plans to commit cookery; rumor has it that we'll be repeating last year's wildly successful turducken feast. With Shootin' Buddy not being here, I will be able to drink the bacon-mushroom gravy straight from the bowl. I picked up an Argentine Malbec while getting the last minute ingredients at the store yesterday, and I'm looking forward to a very unproductive afternoon.