First the turkey was stuffed and now I’m stuffed, and sleepy. We fed fourteen down from our usual 25 or so. However, judging by the leftovers, I think there was enough food if 25 had showed up. Our special guest this year was our next door neighbour. Every so often we get together for an interesting chat during the evening over a bottle or two of red wine. Outside, between the two houses, we usually discuss gardening or home maintenance over the fence.

And thanks for someone special, my Mom. God bless her.