Don't you want to come with me, don't you want to feel my bones on your bones.

Yesterday was the first day back to the old 9-5 after a week off. Not a vacation, but rather a forced time break due to my inability to close my hand into a fist or carry anything with my left side. My fingers bend again, my wounds have healed, and so I returned to work just like the first day I started- with my backpack and butterflies. It took a while to feel comfortable again but eventually it happened for me and I eased back into the rhythm of a kitchen. I have to say the most exciting part of yesterday was learning that we at Cypress restaurant will be CLOSED on Wednesday and Thursday of next week. That's thanksgiving eve and day for those of us who are keeping track. That's one more day of straight hanging with the fam both in Melbourne and Tampa. One more day to play flag football and eat Turkey. One more day to give BJ the kisses he deserves and talk to my sister about how much it sucks to be a teenager. These are the first holidays for a lot of us. And I think we should enjoy every sam adams passed our way, every awkward family questions, every glance across the room, every unwarranted smile. Because of the best of times and the worst of time, these are the latter.