T-minus 28 hours and 26 minutes…

The nice older couple who housed us and bought us underwear for Christmas are in town, doing well enough after 21 days on the road to Texas and back. RSVPs have been made; food’s piling up; table space measured.

Feels a bit like June 5, 1944. Instead of tanks, planes and personnel, it’s boxes of plates, platters, silverware and serving utensils. The opposing force is 21 strong.

It’ll be interesting. The last time I fed this many people at once I was working in Humboldt State’s Jolly Giant student cafeteria.

Happy Thanksgiving!