I’m visiting my sister’s family in the Cleveland, Ohio area. We just put a severe hurt on turkey and trimmings, and now I’m indulging with a spot of peach cobbler and my birthday cake, which my wonderful niece Taylor was nice enough to bake for me. I’d ordinarily be linking to some action shots on Flickr but I left my camera on the dining room table so you’ll have to just imagine us all sprawled across the family room in tryptothan torpor. There are worse ways to be.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow yanks and, um, happy Thursday to the rest of y’all.
Future looks spotty. You will spill soup in late evening.