I can't stop crying. My eyes are stinging and my throat burns, my nose is running and I could barely control the knife . . . It was so hard to not walk out of the room. Candles were lit and the oven was on and the room was so hot . . . I HATE chopping onions.

But it's over now. A dozen of those stinky things! And after that, garlic. My hands smell like soap and warm onions. Two more minutes of this and then back to work: ) So I hope everyone has a good thanksgiving day (the americans among us) tomorrow; I do not regret in the least that I shan't hear the yells of football fans.

I have a few old songs in my head and I'm remembering other autumns. The kitchen here has been full of "do you remember"s today. It is such a comfort to hear several voices lifted in song while they work. Maybe that is just a human that I find safety in joined voices and steady companionship, but--and no offense meant--the feeling I express comes from female voices; I was just wondering at how different it would be to hear a tenor or a baritone join the weave. There's a totally different feeling.

*hums*

Anyway, I'd best be off. Drat the class I have tonight.