Turkey Withdrawals

I still haven't had any turkey. I have the shakes, the shanks, the shimmers, the shivers--and especially the drools. Sorry. No simplistic illeration with "drools", but I really wanna have some effin' turkey bird! I will have some leftover turkey tomorrow when I go to my parents' place to exchange gifts for an early Christmas with my bother's family. I won't be able to see them at Christmas, so tomorrow is as good as any day. Is that important? Well, hell no! We're talking turkey here, remember? And since I didn't have turkey on Thanksgiving, I think I'll buy myself a small bird next week and bake that bitch. Or maybe I'll have a cornish game hen . . . Oooo that sounds good, too!
Three minutes later: I went outside for a smoke, a silly thing to do since I still feel like crap, but I'm glad I did. For the past couple of months there has been a fox around here that enjoys raiding the dumpster. I saw him, he saw me, but I don't think he cared. He went to other side of the road and looked at me while he munched on some sort of bone that I assume he found in said dumpster. Now that he's seen me on most evenings, I don't think he cares whether I'm there or not. Next time I'll have to grab my camera and share the pic with friends. He's a gorgeous little creature. After he ate his bone, he paced around a bit, and kept an eye on me. I think he really wanted to go back to the dumpster, but he didn't want to turn his back to me, so he didn't. He did, however, sit relax and just look at me. Which was cool.
Shit. My wonderful night time medicine is kicking in. I'm pooped.