The TV was on downstairs and I could swear Ronald McDonald was scraping his knees on Broadway!
I suppose half a loaf is better than none at all. It’s still awful outside.
I woke to the smell of stuffing. Helaine is cooking Thanksgiving dinner for the three of us. Maybe three just isn’t enough for a ‘real’ family dinner, but that’s all we’ve got here.
Our dinner will come late – around 7:00 PM. That’s because I’m working. The normal 7:24 PM cut-in has been cut-out, allowing me to split right after the news at 6:30 PM.
I look forward to that.