I somehow have the energy to post this, but I really don’t know how.  I am flippin’ tired.  I can’t stop yawning.

Let’s see.  Yesterday was Thanksgiving.  I got my day going around 7am.  The Turkey Trot started at 9am, so I had to get up early to start stretching.  I can’t express to you how important stretching has become for me.  I remember when I was younger that I would do stuff without stretching, and generally had no problems.  Now if I don’t stretch before doing a physical activity, then the next day I feel more like 53 instead of 33.

Anyway, I did the 4 mile Turkey Trot.  It wasn’t that bad.  Pain was minimal, and I didn’t come in last.  So mission accomplished! :)   Of course, my Dad ran it with me and beat me by 4 minutes.  In my defense, he’s always been a runner.  I, on the other hand, have to work at it.  I wish I had some pics to share, but there just wasn’t a good opportunity for photos.  But to help you visualize, I look pretty damn good with a piece of paper saftey pinned to my shirt with a four digit number on it.    I’m just sayin’.

So when I finished the Trot, I went home, showered, and did the Thanksgiving thing.  That pretty much consists of eating and then watching football, with a couple of naps in between.  But for whatever reason, I didn’t nap (I know, the Apocolypse).  I didn’t get into bed until 11:30pm.  And that lasted four hours, because I had to make a run at Black Friday.  Hey, I hate shopping.  Let me be clear about that.  But some deals you have to jump on.

So, I went.  I purchased.  I got breakfast.  Then I came into work.  Yes, I am at work today.  It was my turn this year to do the day after Thanksgiving.  So here I am, rubbing my eyes, yawning, and re-typing all my  typos.  I need sleep like Ben Affleck needs acting lessons.

Looking forward to some ZZZZZs…

-Dave Q.

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