How well can I type at 6:30 a.m.?

I'm up again at an unholy hour of the morning, although sleeping until 5:19 was technically sleeping in. Thank you, seminary, for skewing my perception of time.  If I had told my college age self there would come a time in my life when sleeping until 6 a.m. would be enjoyed and even considered heavenly, I probably would have shot myself for thinking future me was an alien in disguise. As a teen, I never could understand how in the world my mother could get up at these weird morning hours (when technically it wasn't even MORNING yet because, hello, there was no SUN peeping over the horizon) and do housework (and really all I can see now is getting up early isn't so bad; the actual doing of housework I still don't understand. How can I do housework when I have to catch up on emails, cute kittens, and people of walmart? I'd be willing to bet if facebook existed when my mother was in her 40s, she'd have been parked in front of her Apple 2e instead of downstairs grinding wheat at 5 a.m.),

I am considering physical movement this morning. I had intended both Thursday and yesterday to take a walk, but promises were made regarding food for parties and I cooked and baked instead of ambled. Today there are no food considerations. I have used up my allotted time in the kitchen for the month and we must subsist on leftovers for the rest of November. So I can spend that time I would have been cooking getting the feets moving so's I can  burn off about 40 million calories.

Thanksgiving Day Two was all I was hoping it would be. There was good food and interesting means of cooking it. Thank you Jake, for cooking the turkey in what looked like a lobster tank. 

And we played several rounds of Werewolves of Miller's Hollow. That just might have to become a tradition.  Thanks Marissa for bring the game and suggesting that we play it. I moderated most of the rounds, but finally got Hayley to take over moderation so I participate. Thanks to my brothers for playing along. I wasn't sure any of them would, and then when the first round was over, none of them dropped out. Jake, Mike, and Dave willingly kept playing. My mom even played.  There was a sister-in-law who didn't feel well and didn't play, but she kept little ones busy while we played. Next time, though, we'll get her in the game.