Write four lines of prose that have something to do with: the lobster.
Tomorrow's market is the third to last of the year - that alone is enough to make me look forward to it. But it's also Thanksgiving weekend, so there should be a better than average turnout, which hopefully will make for good business for us.
Also: my sister and brother-in-law from Calgary will be meeting us there before joining us for turkey dinner tomorrow night.
Oh, and the weather isn't meant to be total crap either, so there's that too.
The house is brimming with the magical sounds of memories being made. Laughter fills the living room, drowning out the stereo and the world outside. Words flow down the hallways, languages blending together to form some new form of communication.
And from the kitchen a sudden crash on the floor, then a steady tick tick tick across the counter, lets everyone know that the lobster has escaped the pot again.