Hope everybody had a very happy Thanksgiving. Ours got off to a rocky start, but turned out alright in the end.
We went to bed after 11 p.m. last night and I already knew it would be a short night since I had to get up by 6 to start pies and get the turkey ready to start roasting by 9. Marcus was feeling a bit dizzy before we went to sleep, but we thought maybe it was because he hadn't eaten since lunch. Ursa, our Malamute, woke me up about 1:15 a.m. She was all upset. Marcus was in the bathroom, groaning. I yelled to see if he was ok, but he wasn't. He didn't remember why he had gone into the bathroom, but he ended up passing out and fell to the floor. He thinks he hit his head. He wasn't sure how long he was laying there, but my yelling woke him up and he was freezing. I put as many clothes as I could find on him to warm him up. When I got up at 5:30, he was still delirious and was drifting in and out of sleep. I finally got him to take some NyQuil around 7. You know he's feeling really bad if he takes any kind of medication. He got up a few hours later and felt a little better. I think the poor thing had a touch of the flu. By the time I had dinner ready at 4, he felt good enough to eat a little something. Our friend Dave and my Dad joined us for dinner. My turkey came out really good, if I do say so myself.
Name: LaDonna
