Friday, November 23, 2007
The Morning After
I am sound asleep, still overcome by the turkey induced coma. Somewhere in the distance I hear an urgent buzzer. I am vaguely aware that it is Brent's alarm clock. It's 3:30 am and he's off to stand in line at Circuit City. The appeal of a 46" LCD television more urgent than the comfort of a warm bed and dreamy sleep. Hours later I awake, still no sign of Brent. At 8:30 he arrives home. After 2-hours waiting outside in the icy cold morning, then 2-1/2 hours in line inside the store, he is triumphant. We have pie for breakfast to celebrate. It is just as the day after Thanksgiving should be.