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[unixronin]

Yesterday, I spent a large part of the day on my feet fixing Christmas dinner.  We ran out and picked up a fresh turkey from Shaws on Christmas eve at 90¢/lb; they had three left -- one about 27lb, one about 28lb with a hole in the bag, and one that I didn't look at the weight on but which somehow looked ... scrawny.  I picked the 27lb bird.  It went into the oven about 0830 yesterday, and was done about 1730, along with roasted potatoes and yams, broad beans, bread sauce, sage stuffing with satsuma tangerines, port-wine gravy, and roasted chestnuts.  It was a good feast, from which we have much leftovers, and we followed it up with a midnight dessert of Christmas pudding (aged one year) and Devonshire clotted double cream (52%) after we got done watching the complete Book 1 of Avatar: The Last Airbender.

The consequence, in this case, is that today, my left foot hurts so much I can barely walk.  I'm sitting at my desk now waiting for a 100mg dose of Tramadol to kick in.

Comments

[beckyzoole.livejournal.com]

Poor foot. You need to get a tall stool to sit on while you're working "on your feet". Maybe one on wheels.

Sounds like a delicious Christmas. May the whole year to come be as full of good things for you!

[cymrullewes.livejournal.com]

He's got one. He just doesn't use it as often as he should but that stool does not leave the kitchen so it is always available to him.

[unixronin.livejournal.com]

Except when small people get to it first. ;)

[unixronin.livejournal.com]

We have one, and with a padded seat. I use it, when I practically can. The problem is I can't work very effectively from it, and if I pick it up and move it every time I need to move, everything takes three times as long.