I took home some leftover key lime pie and mashed potatoes and turkey. Lunch tomorrow!

And I'm home, cats and dog are fed, I'm still stuffed from the big meal with my folks. But severely lacking in leftovers, which is not bad, necessarily, just peculiar.

Sorry about the unexpected and unwanted weight loss, ita. That's distressing, even if the low-gly accounts for it.

What happened with the comet? I had an alert come to my phone but I didn't manage to figure out what it was alerting me to...

I skipped the ritual sacrifice AND the pie today. I did however make a tasty (and very filling) butternut squash soup and had some cake. And I can report that the Angry Orchard Cinnful Apple hard cider is quite good.

I did not intend to lose an ounce of that weight (two dress sizes). I'm not sure precisely what caused the weight loss, in the sense that I don't know when it intends to stop (clearly low gly is the trigger). Yay shopping in my closet, but I'm honestly uncomfortable with the whole thing. I'm hoping it stops here, but how can I tell?

When I realized dairy wasn't doing me any favors and cut way back I unexpectedly started dropping weight. It gradually leveled off in slightly less than a year. I'm still working on building a wardrobe that fits though.

Have you noticed your energy levels change? I think I would only be concerned if your energy level dropped.

I asked a coworker yesterday if she had good plans for today, and she said no, that she was going to hang around and maybe see a movie. I said those sound like great plans! I think my wish for the world is that everyone does exactly what they want to on a holiday.

Jessica, glad you are okay after something that sounds exhausting and terrifying.

Twins are in bed before 7:00. All non-overnight guests left by 5:00, which is awesome as I am exhausted. We had two waves of guests and our dinner was only 6, including Grace. I'm overstuffed and ready to hibernate.

I am jealous of the good stuffing. The people who hosted where I went had good pie, but the stuffing was inedible. And the sweet potatoes were like...flavored with whole coriander seeds? Whatever the seeds are that you can eat as you leave an Indian restaurant. Which was not a flavor I appreciate with my mashed sweet potatoes. The turkey and cranberry and all that was good. But stuffing is kinda my favorite part. Oh well.

That's a lot of slides, Tom, but it would be neat if you could digitize them. I did a few of the old family photos, but not as many as I should. Certainly not that many!

happy to report that the bourbon pecan pie is yum. not the best pecan pie in the world, but not the worst I have had, so for a first try, I am happy.

Jessica, I'm so glad you and E and the kids are all OK!

I always love reading about what everyone here is doing for their various holidays. Ours went really well. My parents are in town, and we hosted a couple of friends and their two 13-month-old twins for T-day dinner at 1. Menu: Curried lentil-potato casserole; roasted veggies; mac & cheese; green-bean casserole; kale salad; cranberry rolls; gingerbread; pumpkin pie. Everything was super delicious and all was ready just about when it needed to be, which is always a minor miracle, and all three kids stayed in good spirits almost the whole time, too. After our guests left, my parents and I took Rose to the playground while M took a nap, then we all came back, had another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, Skyped with my brother, and now we're all ready for bed. It's been a pretty fabulous day.

As ever, I'm thankful for the many wonderful people in my life, and this board forms a huge part of that group. Thank you all for being here, and for being you. I always have a home here, and I'm more grateful for that than I can say.

I had a lovely dinner with a friend and her extended, blended family. One of her stepsons is a Doctor Who geek and another is studying English lit at the same place I did, so conversation was relatively easy. And my friend is terrific cook. There was lamb. Mmmmm. Also, chocolate-hazelnut pie.

When I left, I was walking down a dimly lit street to my car, alone, and a strange man came up to me asking for a ride home. And yes, it was cold for walking but it was also cold for getting raped, murdered, and buried in the woods by the creek, so I said no. I feel like I failed a bit at the whole paying your luck forward thing. But no.

I did not have pie. I had peanut butter cake with peanut butter frosting and chocolate chips, though, so don't feel bad.

When I wasn't eating all the gravy, I spent time today wearing dresses on my head and playing the monster attacking the princess castle. Now I'm thinking about getting more gravy and catching up on Sleepy Hollow.

In the immortal words of Shaggy, this doesn't sound familiar so I'm guessing Theresa or shrift.

I have no memory of this place.