a fantastic spread downstairs; my wife prepared everything a person could possibly want. i remain as her most appreciative audience. we ate together along with my daughter; two boys slept through it, having stayed up until 4 a m. we don't wake them up, because historically that doesn't end well, unless they asked us to do it or they have school.

i'll let you picture the spread; it was everything a thanksgiving is supposed to be. there is pie too which i have not cut into. they (my wife and daughter) have left for brimfield for a larger thanksgiving with stepdaughter and family. i remain with the pets and the boys.

quiet, cold, grim, windy out there, but i kind of like it. i might get something done later.

it's a little dysfunctional - very dysfunctional - to not have thanksgiving together, but that's been going on for a while, and i've given up trying to get everyone at one table. i might try to get the boys at one table later. i might even sit with them.

more later...