We're having legless turkey with H's mom's stuffing. Which is basically meat loaf with ground and mixed-in giblets, cooked in as close proximity to the bird as can be managed with legless turkey. Both bird and stuffing benefit from the arrangement. There have been fork wars over the last serving of this stuffing, IJS.

And sweet potatoes and broccoli and (look away, foodies) canned cranberry jelly, which we happen to like. Followed by homemade pumpkin pie. For random, there's also homemade pumpkin bread, topped with plain yogurt--don't laugh, it's lovely!

There'll be a call to H's mom and brother, and possibly one from StY, depending on his work schedule. And we'll contemplate our contented state of affairs, and wish everyone well.

Happy day of thanks, those who keep it, and happy Thursday, to those who don't.

Too many people. Too much noise. Send help.

I'm sorry, Anne. Can you step outside for a minute or five?

I've finished my main meal, and now I'm taking a coffee-and-kahlua break before desert. I've retrieved the tree from the storage shed, and I'm looking forward to having it add some light and color to the living room.

Sorry, Anne. I'm bogarting all the peace and quiet.

So far today I've made pumpkin pancakes, caught up on Serial, and been slept on by both cats in turn. I should probably get started on my sweet potato soup and roasted broccoli.

I am taking frequent bathroom breaks.

Mashed potato on Thanksgiving should not beinstant. So wrong.

We might actually have to do Second Thanksgiving at my house this weekend.

Boston Market had a line, but it was a fast-moving one with a genuinely smiling staff, all of whom had foreign accents.

("Thank you, Jesus." "De nada.")

Happy Turkey day to all! [link]

Oh, flea, no. That's so wrong.

Nice, Consuela!

Ok, I've eaten all the food. I'm not seeing that tree going up tonight. Friday's good enough, though.

so sleepy.