Thanksgiving Day, I made cranberry sauce, stuffing, and pumpkin cheesecake bars. I also hand-squeezed 29 limes to make Honduran-style limeade. Not the best idea I ever had, but I was proud of myself nonetheless. Michael worked a full day.
The Friday after Thanksgiving, while Michael was away at work again, I studied for the GRE, I picked up around the house, I updated two of the remaining bank accounts that still had my maiden name, and I caught up on the flex spending account reimbursement applications.
Saturday, I went with Michael and our friend D to Atlantic City to volunteer with a non-profit called Hope 4 AC. We met up with some other volunteers to clear out a couple of houses that had been flooded during Hurricane Sandy. We mostly tore up the existing floors, took out some kitchen cabinets, pulled down some drywall, carried out a lot of moldy-wet wood, and swept up the dust and debris.
Each night ended with a get-together: Thursday with the Viera extension, Friday with the primos, and Saturday with an old friend.
Sunday, we were exhausted. There was plenty more to do: laundry, dishes, schoolwork... We came home from church and found Signs on TV. We decided to sit down and watch that for a little while. Michael fell asleep. I found a game to play on the iPad. And I was thankful for a Sabbath, a day of rest.
