Good morning. We had the most pleasant Thanksgiving dinner we both prepared together  -roasted chicken with roasted potatoes and Brussels Sprouts. We spent the afternoon reading, talking, and dozing out of the cold, rain, and snow outside. Two workaholics, we promised not to work all day—and we didn’t—mostly. I had fun making the gravy. It is great fun to cook with Maria; she gets a little crazy but has a blast.

My family’s Thanksgiving was a marathon of eating, fighting, and arguing. They were about as peaceful as a boxing match. In many ways, they were a boxing match. Yesterday was a lovely day, full of love and quiet.

We are sad sometimes that we are not close to our families, but to be honest, we are also glad. As usual, the Army of Good was excellent. They rushed to send canned vegetables to the Cambridge Food Pantry, often interrupting their holidays. Bless them 100 times. They even fought through a series of Amazon’s Black Friday software problems.

We celebrated our lives, not our bargains.

This morning, the start of a beautiful day on the farm.

Every Thanksgiving, we treat the donkeys (and the sheep) to carrots. We forgot yesterday, but we remembered today. They were grateful.