After four days off in a row I actually have cabin fever now from being in this apartment so much. I mean, I did leave the house to go to Thanksgiving dinner. Also I went to the gym. Amazingly enough, my gym was open on Thanksgiving Day. I like that they understand that sometimes the holidays are when you stumble on these strange, empty stretches of free time where all you’re doing is waiting for festivity to happen, and since you don’t always have control over these things you might as well work out.
So I went to dinner at my folks’ and came home and brought leftovers back and ate them all in order of desirability: corn pudding on Friday; mashed potatoes Sunday night. The value of a leftover food is measured by how tasty it is while cold. Corn pudding is so good out of the fridge it’s not even funny.
