I got home from work at about 4:15.  The Turkey was about an hour from done, the smells in the house were incredible.

We called the kid (my former skid who asked me to adopt him) and had a great bonding session while the Turkey finished cooking and the amazing dishes my bride had baked/cooked over the past two days warmed up.

The Feast:

Cajon spiced Turkey

Almond flour and flax meal seasoned garlic dinner rolls.

Step Life is not normal.  The normal element of humanity is not overwhelmingly populated by ill behaved spawn, toxic failed adults, manipulative Xs, coward spouses, failed parents, and generally nasty people.

The normal components of it all are generally none of the above.

On the way home from our weekly clinic weigh in we stopped at our favorite breakfast place for our one meal of the day.  

I think I am finally getting to the edge of old. Though my kid claims I have been old for decades now.

Shhhhhh! I will never admit this in public.  I still feel 18 each AM until I get out of bed and some spots ache a bit. Then I look in the mirror and my delusion ends in hurry.  The white whiskers and Rags clan wattle that is increasingly evident under my jaw are my clues to no longer be a spry young lad. 

When she has been embarrassed my SIL crawls into her hole under her rock.  Sometimes for many months or even a year or more.

She is out again. This time is different.

The employee owned company her DH has worked at for 20+ years was bought out and he received a multiple 6 figure windfall for his tenure. He is a hard worker and a trusted resource at work.  She is a crook.