Coffee, shopping, and the fish who wouldn't die.

We're going to have a busy day today. But since my priorities are sound, I'm sitting here reading and blogging first. And drinking coffee.

I'm going to put together a sweet potato casserole first, then make sausage-apple stuffing, start some laundry and bleach the kids' bathroom. Then the girls and I are meeting my mother at a nearby shopping center where she will shower gifts of professional clothing on my middle daughter who will be student teaching next semester. Grandmothers are wonderful.

Then we'll come home to a pot of made-in-advance ministrone soup (recipe courtesy of Giada DeLaurentis), fold all the laundry, inject turkeys, and remember something I forgot. Or maybe several somethings. I do this every year, but at least I'm consistent.

And just to keep you up-to-date on the Winston saga, he is still lying in the bottom of his bowl barely breathing. Every so often he struggles to the surface for what looks like a gulp of air. We've managed to get two betta bites down him in the last few days. I don't know if we're doing him harm or good. Yesterday I actually got out the Yellow Pages, looking for a fish specialist to call for advice. There are none in my area. My next plan is to google . . . what? What do you google to find out what to do for a fish who can't stay at the top of the bowl long enough to eat? *sigh*

Be thankful ~

Karen