I awoke to the sound of sirens. My brain did not hesitate to allow this sound to remind me of Thanksgiving morning 2005 when my Papa died. I sighed away a moment of sadness. Erik awoke and we decided that french toast would be a great way to start out the day. I grabbed one of Erik's T-shirts to throw on with my pajama pants and again Papa came back in full force. Erik's T-shirt was thin, much like the thin T-shirts I used to wear of my Papa's when I would stay with my Grandparents. Yet another memory that comes back this time of year just to remind me of my Papa.
My belly is now full of buttery egg milk sprouted bread goodness. Thirty minutes here on the eliptical trainer should help displace the left over nutrients my body does not need. I must do some yoga following my cardio so that I can sleep well before this evenings Thanksgiving Labor and Delivery adventures! The holiday's at work actually are not as difficult as one might think. Being a nurse in a specialty unit makes you part of a tight nit family. I will just be spending Thanksgiving with my second family. We shall see how many buns decide to pop out of their ovens tonight!
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