Happy

Well, we did absolutely nothing for Thanksgiving other than some tidying inside and out. The walks and driveway are now free of pine needles and dry oak leaves, and my footsteps produce no crunching sounds as I walk. Now the nearly-full moon is bright in a perfectly clear sky where wind whistles. Oh, there was pasta for dinner. No turkeys were harmed in the making of this meal, but boy did a lot of insects get chewed up by the combine that harvested the semolina!


I find Dinosaur Comics intermittently amusing, but not enough so to induce me to subscribe to the LJ feed. What I'd really like to see is more of planet for one. Andrew?