Corb, in the meantime, has taken the entire week off. He has been in cleaning and prep mode since Monday, and was sweating bullets by the end of the night.
The trips to the supermarket never ended. We had three in all today. The last one was fifteen minutes before the supermarket closed.
I think we are all set for Thanksgiving. But it is going to be a race to the finish line: dinner starts tomorrow at two.
Gentlemen, start your motors!