Happy Feet

Not much else to say at the moment. Tracy's home, Taylor's home, and Jeremy is home. Happy Feet all the way around. Tracy is settled into her chemo-recliner with ice-packs perched a top her, and I've just finished prepping the turkey for tomorrow as well as tucking in the cranberry sauce into the ‘fridge to cool down. Lobsters are in a refrigerator-induced pre-feast stupor, pies are baked, and all that's left for tomorrow is to snap the beans, peel and bake the sweet potatoes, steam the Brussels Sprouts, slice and roast the acorn squash, and steam and mash the potatoes.  Maybe a drink or two in there somewhere too.