The truck goes in the shop. Smog certificate, oil change and an estimate for replacing the heater core. It doesn’t matter how insignificant the work, the bill is always right up there with the national debt. At home, the roll up to Thanksgiving is underway. The potential guest list is already beyond the wife’s crisis level. We’re above 24. Lots of folks want to bring new people, and our opera singer wants to bring her schoolmate,, the school mate’s husband and 2 toddlers. The wife is calmly assessing this now, but I’ve endured this before, and know I’m in for 3 weeks of hand holdings and “now now it’s gonna be fine”. And it always is. It’s just a matter of lingering within earshot, for the upcoming weeks and carrying out any and all commands. The “regulars” know the drill and all pitch in. I’m looking forward to it. This year it doesn’t appear that the grandson will available for the 2 of us to roast our manly pre Thanksgiving “practice” turkey.