With my family away for the holiday, I still felt compelled to make Thanksgiving dinner because how can you not eat turkey on Thanksgiving? I extended an invitation to Brian and he (and Esme!) joined us for dinner (in addition to providing one of the two turkey breasts I prepared–because it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without five pounds of turkey per person–and bringing the mashed potatoes, which I hate to make for some reason).
We ate at 6pm instead of earlier (we usually do Thanksgiving around 1pm when we have it with the rest of the family) just because that made it easier for me. I didn’t have to get up early and rush through the preparations. The only bad thing was that we were all too stuffed to eat pumpkin pie after the meal. I did have a piece of pie around 11pm, though. Jake fell into a literal food coma around 8:30pm, but managed to get up in the middle of the night to eat a piece of pie.
After dinner we sat around and knitted and talked for a bit. Jake was asleep on the couch when Brian left, but got up long enough to say goodbye and go to his bedroom. I spent the rest of the evening watching sitcoms and knitting. All things considered, it was a pretty nice holiday.