Because of a clerical error the utility bill payments for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were not credited to their account. the Face of Everyman tried to negotiate an audit and payment schedule but his actions failed. Without natural gas and electricity guests resorted to solar heating where possible. Sunning spots went at premium prices.
Daylight
The fantastic aroma of Turkey, giblets and gravy, was more than Farnsworth could ignore. In broad daylight he was drawn irresistibly to the nexus. Chefs at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were preparing a holiday meal to be remembered. the Face of Everyman brought in some of his Mom’s early gluten free recipes. They were well received. 
Thanksgiving
Each Thanksgiving was much the same: freeloaders from nearby sanctuaries showed up make sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would have dishes to meet their unique dietary needs. the Face of Everyman was “tearing his hair out.” “Could no one just be thankful for a good meal?” The Chef had received a good price on meal worms. Protein should be a part of everyone’s diet.
Big Guy
Big Guy came by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa looking for a few strays. the Face of Everyman could only recall seeing Moms with fawns; hardly anything that would interest this carnal beast. Big Guy moved on; perhaps his luck would change once he got to the big timber stand on the hill. Everyman felt justified in a small lie and uncrossed his fingers.
Posturing
Cranston had an elevated sense of self-esteem; everywhere he went in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he struck a pose. the Face of Everyman would assess the value of each as to: a) gravitas, b) heroism, c) leadership and so on. Those with the highest scores would be saved; later to be cast in bronze should Cranston ever amount to anything.
Whirling Disorder
A rare case of Whirling Disorder was reported by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Family Clinic. A gene was expressing itself among a few family members from a remote part of the Pacific Flyway. As music played those afflicted began to whirl. the Face of Everyman took copious notes in preparation for yet another scholarly paper.
Football Pool
Clancy was urging the Face of Everyman to place wagers in his Thanksgiving Day Football Pool. A modest fifty cent wager on each of the several holiday games could reap big payouts the furry gamester persisted. On weekends the venerable sage made full use of Foggy Bottoms Corporate Cray super-computers. Clancy was asked to return this afternoon after the printouts had been analyzed. A discrete call to Las Vegas would guide the ancient one in his final choices. 
Coyote
Technical difficulties prevent this Blogger from offering an informative caption for today’s post. Instead, a file photo from the archives of the security branch of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman authenticates this photo to be of a Coyote. 
Angel of Death
A specter appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; was this the angel of death? the Face of Everyman interpreted this fleeting vision as no more than a confused guest flying too close to the security camera. There had been no recent reports of untimely deaths. Had there? 
Singer Waiter
the Face of Everyman interviewed applicants for Singing Waitperson for the holiday season at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Johnny Dark Eyes vowed that he knew Christmas Carols, Auld Lang Syne and of course, Happy Birthday. He needed this job. He reported to his parole officer next week. When asked to sing “Jingle Bells” or “White Christmas” Johnny choked. Nothing came out, but a squawk. He signed on as Swing Shift Dishwasher and Scullery attendant. “God, Rest ye merry gentleman . . .” 
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