Thanksgiving was wonderful! Bittersweet 'cause my mother wasn't there. But my brother invited all of the local family and some family friends. He and SIL made a gigantic dinner, one of the best I've ever had. Everyone was relaxed and happy. When I was leaving, my brother hugged me and said, "I'm glad you're here". He never says that kind of thing to me!
I've bagged up all of the art supplies and other things for donation. Tomorrow I'm taking about 10 packages of incontinence supplies, reading glasses, hats, gloves and toiletries (the kind you get in hotels--women's shelters are desperate for those!) to a women's shelter for older women. Many of them have physical and mental health problems.
I'm trying to get going on my Yuletide fic, which is due Dec. 18. I've barely even outlined it.
"Mr. Robot" is one of the best TV shows ever. "Prodigal Son" isn't but I'm enjoying it a lot.
"Smart Ass" is a book about a recalcitrant donkey that Mom gave me. If I was that donkey's owner, it would have been gone long ago! Somehow this particular triumph of the human spirit isn't coming off, more a kowtowing to an animal by a weak-minded owner who would have a hard time managing a labrador retriever, let alone a giant donkey. So, not enjoying it.
As the late lamented
nightdog_barks would have put it, five things make a post.