I spent five hours cooking today. I made the World's Best Thanksgiving dinner. I am now sitting in my chair, fat and bloated, awaiting Sainthood.

Oh, also: we watched the animated Lord of the Rings. If Ralph Bakshi were still alive, I'd have a thing or two to tell him about making a decent movie. Maybe I shall, in a later entry. Right now, I am trying to will myself to have enough room for one more slice of pie.