This is my first year of ever having to work on a Thanksgiving weekend. Ordinarily, it's four days off to properly digest the gargantuan servings of the past Thursday.
Work. It never ends, even in beautiful Hawai`i Nei.
Now, if I could just find that small container where I stashed that last slice of dark meat . . . there you are. Come to Papa!
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