Nora has inspired me. I'm gonna have a Thanksgiving sandwich from the deli down the street for lunch.

Some place makes a Thanksgiving wrap - that was my firts exposure to the turkey/stuffing/etc. sandwich type thing that wasn't made out of actual leftovers by me. I wish I could remember the name of that shop. It was a chain, even.

I've never heard of this Thanksgiving sandwich/burrito business.

I had a crappy blueberry tart yesterday that I blame Nora for.

As did I. Nora needs to recommend me a better street corner next time.

OMGWTFJitters, coffee was full caff today.

Right there with the jitters - had me a Depth Charge/Shot In The Dark/Red Eye/WeverTFitis today. Large. I think my eyelids are blinking in Morse Code now.

Blame me for deliciousness, not for disappointment!

OK, everyone go out and get fresh peaches, or fresh peach baked products.

Blueberries are having a tough go this season in New England, apparantly, 'cause of all the rain... accoring to Farmer Andrew of our farm, the rain washed away the bee's nests that pollinate the blueberries, or some such business.

Eugene is a sweet little town. I like it, but it's too small for me to ever actually live there. Also, yes, flying there is crazy money. I always fly into Eugene and it's very spendy. However, then I get to my niece (and now nephew) and it's all worth it.

While walking to get my (big ass) coffee, I looked around and thought about what a beautiful area I work in (Santa Monica, for the record). I detoured around the little pond and looked at the ducks. I need to do that more often. We get so used to our surroundings that we forget to appreciate them.

We had peach/blueberry shortcake last night and AWIFG. Fresh peaches, yum!

that's what I'm talking about, Robin!

I had no blueberry tarts, crappy or otherwise. I don't feel I can justifiably pin that one on Nora.

Blergh. Flippy tossy turny Halloweenie this morning, and my entire digestive tract seems to have gone on strike in protest at all the kicking. I really, really hate (whitefonted for pregnancy grossness) being all constipated and uncomfortable and unable to stop obsessing about how to get myself to take a damned shit already, like there aren't about eighty billion things I'd rather spend my time obsessing about. I have a delicate and high-bred ass, and this blockage and discomfort and degradation is all very upsetting to its refined sensibilities, dammit.

On the other hand, the excessive flippiness of the Halloweenie is doing wonders to kill off any residual craxy hormonal ZOMG I ran a quarter-block for the bus on Sunday, I probably destroyed her!!! paranoia left over from the weekend.