Oct 8 - Addicted to something.

And so it is Monday. And it's Thanksgiving Day in this beautiful northern land. Pat's folks and Jeffs are coming for supper. I'm making ham, mashed potatoes and gravy and corn and fresh bread. Mom is bringing pumpkin pie and Steph is bringing a salad.

It's also almost snowing. A few flakes drift down every once in a while, the sky is grey and heaters are humming. I smell fresh northern air when the door slams behind the boys and ham smells waft all over my house.

What am I addicted to? I think someone else could see better than me.

(And then she kept going and didn't finish this or post it. Anyone else know what she's addicted to?)