Thanksgiving prep is in full swing. Last night, my SIL (the monsters call her BB) came over and we peeled, diced, boiled and mashed 20 pounds of potatoes. 20! I had to mash them in batches because my little hand-held mixer kept gumming up. I also made the cornbread (for stuffing), diced and sauted the onions/celery (also for stuffing), boiled some eggs (but I need to do another batch today) for deviled eggs, and made a huge nasty mess on top of the stove when my commercial-sized pot of potatoes boiled over. UGH.
Today my list is even longer, and no, I don’t have any words for the day yet, and I can’t stay up late tonight, because I have to be up by 6 AM tomorrow to get the turkey in the oven.
So it was especially important that I not fall even more behind yesterday. I stayed up until midnight again to make sure I broke 40K. I made it, just barely. I hope to write short spurts today in between my chores, but the monsters only go to school half a day, which complicates everything.
Snippet: The dark moment approaches.
She tried to burrow into his neck–so he wouldn’t see the darkness in her eyes–but he wouldn’t let her hide. No, the Master could hide all he wanted, but he would never tolerate such dishonesty in his submissive.
She tried to make herself angry with him, but it didn’t work.
He kept his hands and voice gentle, but she knew he had to see the truth written in her eyes. If he doesn’t…then he can’t be my Master, no matter how much I want him to be.