A Few Abs More Than the Allotted Six Pack

Good grief, I know athletes are built, and most English Premiere League footballers approach the physical ideal, but even I gasped when Mohammed Salah stripped off his shirt after Liverpool's third goal, and I'm not even into muscly guys. After a very sleepless night and, when I finally got back to bed after sunrise, a nasty nightmare (morning-mare?) featuring my car being stolen, I needed that Liverpool game. We ventured out in the wind to do the rest of the week's grocery shopping and got pretty much everything I wanted (it's not going to be a huge Thanksgiving food-wise), except I couldn't find the ready-to-eat chestnuts so I'll be attempting to roast my own on Wednesday, right before cutting the sourdough into cubes and drying that out in the oven to serve as the dressing base, into which will go the chestnuts as well as Granny Smith apples, mushrooms, onions and celery. Dressing and cran sauce (which I'm also making from scratch as I have the last couple of years) are my favorite bits anyway, so we have those, thyme and shallot gravy which I'm prepping from scratch too, pre-sliced meats and a ready-made sweet potato mash. Oh, and Robin found low-sugar apple pie, so we're totally set. Now if only the landlord fixed the heat so it actually warms the apartment! Ah well, I remember how to layer, so we'll be fine.