The Baby Vortex
I am still recovering from Thanksgiving. This year, though, it's not the usual turkey stupor, and it's not the glog hangover.
This year, it's the Baby Vortex.
For the first time, we had baby for Thanksgiving. Perfect, tender, aromatic baby. She was the centerpiece, the entree and the entertainment; we got drunk on baby.
When her parents packed her up, sweetly sleeping, and took her home, I felt the stirrings of withdrawal.