Well, dear readers, the one word that comes to mind as I write these here notes is – gobble. That is because today is gobble day aka turkey day aka Thanksgiving. Why is this night different from all others? Because on this night we stuff ourselves silly with stuffing and turkey and sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes and rolls and butter and string bean casserole and cranberries and whatever else you can fit on your plate. And seconds. And thirds. And leftovers. I gained two pounds just writing this paragraph. In any case, I’m wishing all you dear readers out there in the dark a happy and cozy Thanksgiving filled with good cheer and good tide and laughter and legs. I did manage to watch another 2025 motion picture – I think I’ve seen around twenty movies so far this year and based on those I’d say this will go down as one of the worst years for movies, at least for movies that I like, ever. Last night’s disappointment was entitled Echo Valley, starring Julianne Moore and the ubiquitous Sydney Sweeney, and Domhnall Gleeson – a “thriller” directed in very pretentious fashion by Michael Pearce. Anyone who doesn’t know what’s going on from the start should turn in their “thriller” cards. Yes, there are supposed “twists” but you can see them coming a mile away because they’ve been done a hundred or more times. Add to that yet another grating and completely ludicrous score and you have this movie. Middling reviews and almost straight to streaming after a tiny theatrical release. The actors are fine, although Ms. Sweeney is a little irritating in almost everything I’ve seen her in. Other than that, yesterday was certainly yesterday. I got eight and a half hours of sleep, got up at one-thirty, answered e-mails, had a hot dog to take pills by – it was kind of gross, so no more hot dogs for a while. Then I went to the mail place and picked a package – I get these regularly now from SAG, but none have screeners – just promotional items that must cost a whole lot of dough. And something from legal firm somewhere regarding BMI and Sirius Radio and a whole slew of record labels regarding who knows what, since it’s a lot of mumbo jumbo that makes no sense – but something about a licensing decision. I will be calling this firm next Tuesday and having a discussion as to why I got this, since I don’t believe I’ve ever had a single thing to do with Sirius radio or BMI licensing for Sirius radio. If they’re playing our CDs it certainly is without my knowledge, nor do I have the rights to license 99% of our titles for anything other than CD release. Anyway, I shall set them straight and tell them to take me off the list.

I needed some real food, so I got my go-to dish of the past six weeks – extra crispy orange chicken. That arrived quickly, my usual half order that was smaller than usual, which was fine by me. It was a good batch, and I took pill two. After the movie, I had some crackers and took pill three. And here we are, one hour late in getting these here notes up.

Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll rest, and then at some point I’ll mosey on over to the Wechters for Thanksgiving dinner. Then I’ll come home. I haven’t been told what time to arrive yet.

Tomorrow and the weekend there’s Kritzerland stuff to attend to, then on Monday it’s our first Kritzerland rehearsal, Tuesday we’re back rehearsing the play, Wednesday is both Kritzerland AND play, then more play rehearsals.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, rest, have Thanksgiving with the Wechters, then come home. Today’s topic of discussion: What do you eat most of at Thanksgiving dinner – what’s the most number of visits to the food table have you had? And what Thanksgiving staple can you live without, food-wise? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where the word gobble will appear, I’m sure.