Nice times today, cooking and sharing Thanksgiving Day with my father and visiting dignitary  shoulung , as well as dogs Dot and Dash, and older-than-ancient-dirt cat Ditto. Between all of us we polished off all the food that was fixed (didn't have a whole torkey, but one of those deboned turkey breast things), which makes me feel like I did something wrong. It can't really be Thanksgiving without leftovers for days, right?

P.S. The dogs got some turkey, gravy, green beans, and yams today too. It's what we do.