Mmm, Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving dinner was lovely - proof enough it wasn't at our house, I'd probably have prepared a microwave dinner and Scott might have added some stuffing from a box. I have to say the homemade stuffing they served was way, way beyond that. (I ate too much of it. Oof. But it was so good.) The company and conversation was also lovely, more importantly. We played a couple games of "You've Been Sentenced" which was fun, and did a turkey shoot (silly nerf guns, and paper-plate turkeys). Mostly, we chatted, ate, and chatted some more. Scott and I left about five - my stamina was starting to drop fairly substantially, unfortunately - and got sent home with leftovers. Yum! I was surprised to realize how worn out I was (owing partially to having eaten a bit more than I should, and maybe some to the constant sitting/standing I was doing) on the way home. I fell asleep and napped almost the whole hour's drive back. Good thing Scott was driving. (I wouldn't've fallen asleep driving, but I suspect I would have been less alert than I'd have liked.)

So, when I got home, I took the tape off (for my ribs), puttered around, and then should have gone to bed. Instead, I started reading Jane Lindskold's Thirteen Orphans...and could not put it down. On the other hand, at least I was lying down/resting as I read, but still...got to bed way late. Very good book; I wish the next book in the series were not so far off, now!

I slept in this morning, which helped quite a bit. Today is going to be a slow, lazy day anyway. I am not fond of Black Friday sales for some reason...oh yeah. They're not worth the early hours, long lines, or insane pushy people. (Not everyone involved is insane or pushy, but there are far too many who are.) I did check out a few online Black Friday sales. The worst that happens there is a failure to get the item. :)

There is a stray cat (no collar, anyway) on our back deck right now. It and Ray are having a little cold war through the glass. Ray is unwilling to be convinced the cat can't get in. At least it keeps him from picking on Apple. (Okay, just being silly there. I opened the door and used a squirt bottle of water to get rid of the interloper. Maybe now Ray will at least go back to his normal levels of insanity.) Speaking of cats, Scott put up a hook between the two windows in the living room, where we can now wind the window blind cords...so that should stop Ray from playing with them. Nothing else has, that's for sure. (Water, yelling, trying to place them out of reach on the ledge where the window latches - he figured that out and pulled them down - etc....)