Twilight zone -y

One of those days when everything seems to be on a continuous loop; we get about fifteen minutes of sorta sun which breaks up the pattern briefly. Hairdoing helps, and walking the cat is amusing. Mental lists begin scrolling about next week's holiday dinner. The New York times online has pages of wonderful-sounding recipes, but I'm stuck on whole but small bird versus just the turkey breast. One of the possible guests cannot eat dairy products, but olive oil will do.
Now we must figure out how to hack open the huge Sweet Meat Squash which is sitting festively upon the dining room table. Its skin seems to be made from aerospace ceramic materials.