I know. I know. To use the current butchering of the language, Thanksgiving was literally so last week.
Still, it was a good one. We did a basic but tasty turkey with cranberries, green beans, and mashed potatoes and stuffing, the things that we really like. We had pumpkin pie tartlets, just big enough for a bite for me but not big enough to blow my remaining points for the month.
MHz ran a “Montalbano” marathon. Chez nous, the National Dog Show and a telethon on Fox that showcased dogs in need of adoption bookended it. Usually, I don’t watch TV like that, but sometimes exceptions must be made.
Oakley enjoyed the turkey, the National, and the telethon. He dozed on my lap the rest of the time.
For that matter, Hubby and I drifted in and out of our turkey comas, too.
I’d been able to walk Oakley early, but the clouds that invited themselves and the chill wind negated the effort to get out for a second walk.
So it was just the wind, and the peace, and the quiet of the day making it the way it was supposed to be.