Thanksgiving happened. It's sort of still happening, really-- my sister is still in town, and we're still working through the leftovers.

Thanksgiving morning saw me waking up and putting on my running shoes to do a 5k. First ever race! Woo! I finished in 30:04, which is SO CLOSE to being under 30:00. Honestly, if you just squint a bit, that number says 29:something. I liked being in a giant pack of people running, which is encouraging for the whole "I'm going to run a half marathon" thing. I got a T-shirt. I didn't like standing around in the cold for an hour after picking up my T-shirt and bib, but I guess that's just the nature of the beast. My bib had a nifty timing thing stuck to the back of it-- we live in the future! All in all, a positive experience. I'd do it again, but not too often. Races are expensive! (Speaking of expensive-- a big thanks to my mom and my grandma for donating to SOME in support of my run!)

Thanksgiving dinner was full of family. My sister and her partner are in town. An aunt and uncle came over. Parents. Me. (I was the only single person at the table, now that I come to think about it. Is that awkward?) My parents made me stuffed manicotti because they finally decided to serve me an entree instead of expecting me to make a Thanksgiving meal out of side dishes. (I think the fact that I was vegan for three years makes feeding vegetarian me seem like a breeze. Perhaps that explains it.) Everything was delicious. The company was entertaining. I left fairly early due to massive sleepiness. I blame the hours I spent running on adrenaline that morning.

Today, I returned to my parents' house to hang around my sister some more. She showed me several episodes of My Drunk Kitchen and Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse. Those are minutes (hours?) of my life that I will never have back. Oh, hey, speaking of things on YouTube, here's the latest sleepy cover.  I'm trying to put one out every Thursday. You might have noticed that I like having concrete goals.

I think living at Twin Oaks cemented my love of schedules and timetables. Not something you'd expect to hear as the take-away lesson of living on a commune, is it?