That's about the size of it.

So, I need to find a hobby. Matt and I were talking about it last night, and he thinks I need to be seeking out something that has a social or communal quality to it. I’m not convinced. After spending all day talking with people, being around people and having to think about every word that comes out of my mouth, more time with people seems tiresome. Unless…

There are some burlesque classes that look like fun. I could take a comedy class. But those are fleeting, and I need a hobby that sustains.

That said, this weekend, I’ll be gathering a boatload of flotsam and jetsam and giving it to Goodwill. I really need to get rid of at least a third of the useless stuff in our attic. And now that it’s cool enough to be in the attic without passing out, it’s time.

Moreover, there’s a pile of things downstairs that need to be moved upstairs. I’m starting to plan my family’s visit in October, and as is so often the case, time is getting away from me. It’s all well and good to daydream about my table settings and menu for the Saturday dinner party, but at the end of the day, if I don’t beat the dustbunnies, fruit flies and assorted vermin into submission, I might as well plan to take everyone to the LaQuinta for the weekend, followed by a celebratory dinner at Crackwhore Barehell.

I should admit, that from time to time, I enjoy the impersonal service and carbohydrates that the Cracker Barrel has to offer. I’m also a fan of their store - they have some Halloween things that I’m eyeballing favorably.

Now here’s a question for you. Why is I it that nobody focuses much on Thanksgiving D├ęcor? I think that would be a colossal market. But nooooooo – Target hops straight from Halloween to Christmas in dizzying fashion.

It’s official. I need a hobby.

Peace and chicken grease,