As I wrap up preparations for tomorrow’s – well, now today’s given the hour – Thanksgiving celebration, I am flooded with wonderful memories from my childhood.
My grandmother would rise at 3AM to put the turkey in the oven. I don’t think I should say ‘rise’, because I’m not sure she ever slept. I’d inherited her ability to get an hour or two of sleep and function at full capacity, but sadly outgrew it.
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