This is what I've come to.

Thanksgiving and day-after-Thanksgiving went as well as could be expected with ten guests Thursday (as opposed to our usual zero) and six Friday. Also considering that Thursday's guests were strangers to me and six of them were aged 13 and under. Somehow, though, we still have five or ten pounds of turkey left.

Friday afternoon was, and later today will be, my own social time. Yesterday for lack of anything better to do I rooted around the shelves for some poetry books to take back to DC with me. I ended up sitting right there in a poorly insulated corner of the room reading The Bell Jar straight through. Then it was 4 p.m. It's been too long since I did something like that.

How bad is it that I'm seriously contemplating watching a movie airing tonight called A Dog Named Christmas because Bruce Greenwood is in it? It'll probably only remind me that half my crush on him is from fanfic and not what he actually looked like in Reboot.