but this moirning I lay abed until eight.

My teenage daughter was up and around before me, that’s how bad it was.

The feast, last night, was a rousing success, the bird so tender it could not be efficiently carved and was in fact more like a “pulled turkey” by the time I got done. I used a fork to separate the meat from the bones, for the most part. All the tother stuff was amazing, and the sweet potato pie and pecan pie was typically mindbending. We ended up hibernating for a while, I think.