How many of you are out there ready to shop for Black Friday? Not me, I am at my desk, or I should say, the other secretary's desk. Ready to input the first week of the pay period's time. I will wait a little bit since I know that there are some changes coming for Wednesday.

Here in DC there have been announcements for Saturday to be 'Small Business Shopping day". B and I will be supporting a small business. My local yarn shop. Lets see, $about $95 in yarn and another $25 in a book-owner wrote, not to mention at least 2 skeins more in yarn for slippers I want to knit for B for Christmas to replace the ones he has worn out.

Thanksgiving was very quiet. (I have to retype that word every time. I learned three words at one time: quit, quite, and quiet. I have to say the letters out loud when I spell them to not mix them up. The same with though, thought, and through.) Anyway, I am not homesick, as much as peoplesick. Is that a word? And even then, not just missing family, but missing how I have always celebrated holidays as to how B and I have been celebrating holidays since we moved to DC.

Every place, every other year, since the second Thanksgiving we were married, I have had MORE THAN JUST MY IMMEDIATE FAMILY at my table. I have found others that needed/wanted others to share blessings with. I mean, the first Thanksgiving B was on Okinawa and I was at Ft. Meade, I shared my meal with my Flght Sargeant who let me in on some insights to my personality. I didn't like all he had to say, but he did make some good points and he understood where I was coming from. And we parted on best of terms. Wish I had started working for him when I got assigned to Meade. Anyway, the second Thanksgiving, on Okinawa, I was 7 months pregnant, had just moved on base with B the week before, unpacked everything but baby's room, cooked, baked, and had another couple to dinner-full spread. And loved every moment of it. And everything was delicious. I kept that tradition of having company, even if it was just 1 additional person until now.

This year it hit me bad. I don't know if it is because of the underlying depression, but B noticed an attitude difference. Unless I was busy doing something, I was not good company. I retreated into myself. And I could feel myself doing that. I couldn't stop it-when it got really bad, I escaped to the bathroom, but there is only so much time you can spend in the bathroom.

Last night I even told B that it seemed like it was so much work for just two of us. Oh boy, you can tell how that went. I enjoyed what we made, but it was excessive for just the two of us, not that it will be wasted. I wanted to share.