It's Cold.

There's horrible white stuff on the ground. But I bravely made things anyway.

It was a wonderful Thanksgiving for me, because I was unburdened by any extra work or cooking, and already had half a pumpkin pie left. At this point, screw it, I call holidays and big meals and that was not one of them. I still managed to get extra pie out of it somehow, though.

What else beyond cold... Well, Desert Bus for Hope was very awesome, of course. I... have tea... and... that's more than enough.

Uneventful but sparkly isn't so bad, right?