Happy sweltering Thanksgiving

So Albert brought home a gigantic frozen turkey. I’m grateful that he was considerate and bought the thing in the first place, but it took a considerable amount of our collective concentration all week long to decide how to deal with it. First, it had to be thawed. It sat out on the countertop for what seemed to me to be a dangerously long time; then it got brined in the sink. Next it lived in the fridge, becoming a silent member of the family, lurking about in various locations of the kitchen all week long.