Sigh of relief

I spent the last 40 hours thinking that Thanksgiving was this Thursday.
Yeah, as in four days away.

I had dreams last night. Dreams where I was buying canned peas (GAG) and serving frozen pizza for the holiday. I woke up sweating and vowing to not sleep again until I was caught up
and ready for the big day.
It was a very traumatic. There might have been tears.
Part of the holidays that I love the most is the baking, the cooking, the slaving. All to make something delicious for my guests to devour. In the past years, I've gotten pretty good at it.

While paying bills just a moment ago (I think we can all agree that is a nightmare itself), I finally looked at a calender and low and behold....

Thanksgiving is NOT this week.

Fall to my knees, shout hallelujah, and this year I'll be giving thanks that I had another week and there will not be a can of peas in sight.

ahhhhhhh.........