I'm back in Chicago and en route to my apartment. I refused to engage on Obamacare and other fraught topics all weekend, but Ferguson came up as we were waiting for my train to arrive. It's not like I didn't know what position my Dad was going to take.

My Dad has many wrongheaded opinions on things. After my last visit, he told my Mom that they'd never see me if I moved to San Francisco. Because I never get on airplanes, apparently?

Sigh.

You'd get taken in by the sodomites and whatnot, I'm sure.

Connie, I'm so sorry. You've had a hell of a year.

You'd get taken in by the sodomites and whatnot, I'm sure.

That is what happened to another family member when he moved to San Francisco!

I've been to the grocery store, and now I'm doing laundry and making a dinner that primarily consists of roasted vegetables. I'm going to kick back and watch stuff that's expiring from Hulu tomorrow.

I made those thanksgiving nachos for dinner. Problem: no gravy. It would have been improved with gravy, but then what wouldn't, AMIRITE? They weren't bad, despite the gravylessness.

That is what happened to another family member when he moved to San Francisco!

There, see? Evidence!

Really wishing I had leftovers from Lori and K's turkeys now.

I am too cold. I'm fine with weather outside, but I would appreciate more than 60 degrees inside. (I've got several windows insulated, but I need to do more.)

Connie, I am so sorry.

I just realized we had several desserts missing from the usual Thanksgiving spread, and I missed them! Especially the key lime pie. I'm going to have to see if I can find out if the usual person is bringing it next year, and make one myself if not.

I have a cherry pie waiting for me at home. I know what I'm having for dinner.