All leading up to a great dessert table.
Thanksgiving
An early dinner at Bear and Shortie’s. They cook the turkeys. Everybody else brings a dish. The setup. And the cooking. It takes one person to deep fry a turkey. There is no limit on the number of supervisors.
Morning light
Sixty eight degrees. One hundred percent humidity. Happy Thanksgiving all.
I have a question
I was thinking about Brother Bill’s recent trip to Bali, which led me to recall the time-zone torture of arriving in London years ago after flying all night, then trying to stay awake all the next day in an effort to adjust to London time as quickly as possible. Which brings us to today’s question: What did we call jet-lag in the old days when we were still flying in piston engine powered aircraft?
Nothing going on
Judy does chores and errands. I work. Nice weather. Saw the white tailed hawk fly over again today. Dramatic bird. Coots in the pond. The occasional blue winged teal. Not uncommon to see great blue heron, little blue heron, great egret, snowy egret, long billed curlew, killdeer, or snipe along the edge. The occasional long billed dowitcher. Caracaras fly over. Pelicans. Cormorants. Gulls. Day two of life after Plavix. I like it. Nothing going on.