Thanksgiving

Each year, due to my husband's blended family, we are subjected to Thanksgiving weekends I have dubbed The Tour de Bird. There is no rest for me. We are expected to be in Toronto, St. Catharines and Beeton during a three-day span. I'm also subjected to a rainbow of different personalities. Interacting with my mother, who gets so worked up over this food holiday, requires an incredible amount of rum. To prepare, I usually start drinking at 6pm on Friday and don't stop til about 4pm on Monday.

Unlike last year, I find fellow commuters to be less excited or perplexed about their turkey plans this year and for this, I am grateful.

Have a nice long weekend, you turkeys.