Thursday. My, my. I'm thinking ten hours sleep last night: to bed at seven-thirty, but taking (what I remember to be) a couple of hours to get to sleep, awake by eight. At least ten hours, net. Could be more but the memory, you know, isn't accurate.
And so Thanksgiving: dinner over at my nephew's significant other's parents’ house, as it turns out, so off in the car later this afternoon. How to fill the rest of the morning? Breakfast here at the house and then over to a Starbucks because that sounded like a good idea. It's approaching the time we need to leave for dinner.
And That's it? All you can say for a Thanksgiving Day?
At least I'm mildly coherent.
Evening. A very nice dinner at the nephews significant other's parents house. Her mother is another landscape photographer like my sister, been doing it for years. Easy conversation for an excellent evening.