It’s 7 AM and I have done all my chores. I have cleaned the kitchen, bagged the recyclables, walked three dogs (more on that another day…), swept up five dustpans full of dirt on the kitchen floor and “organized” the kitchen for what I assume will be a bustling hive of activity soon. Lauren is up because she is sharing a room with me and Fiona has already thrown up and I had to turn on lights to clean it up and I also lost my glasses and was rooting around for them and I kicked over a bottle of water onto my down vest and my computer…
Our hosts are asleep. I think they are hung over.
Today I’m not drinking because it’s Thanksgiving day..
How come you’re not drinking?