Oof... too much food... and pie... but so, so good.
So we ended up having ten people here for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a rare combination of my Dad's side of the family and my Mom's side of the family. Fortunately, everything went along peacefully. I was the youngest one there by at least two decades. My uncle Scott reminds me very, very much of my friend Davis, except about thirty years older. Pretty nifty.
So now I'm going to go pick up my knitting or something. Adieu.