I can't eat solid food right now, so I spent most of Thanksgiving with my 82-year-old mother, talking to her while she gave me bad parenting and job advice, and later baked herself and her dogs a turkey leg because her housemate is away and I wasn't going to eat any. That's a bit sad. But still, nice to spend time with her despite all of that. Who knows how many visits I'll have left?

Meanwhile, my wife and daughter were at my in-laws, which is a zoo because she has a ton of relatives. The food is good, but I'm happy for a quieter Thanksgiving.