Along with everyone else in the northeast, I am wasting my coffee hour trying to reconfigure our Thanksgiving plans. Suddenly we are facing 11 inches of snow for tomorrow-- not ideal weather for driving across both the White Mountains and the Green Mountains. This, combined with kennel reservations an hour north and a dog-stitch-removal appointment a half-hour south, is accumulating into a headache. I hope we can drive on Thanksgiving Day, but perhaps we will end up spending the holiday here, watching the snow fall while eating four pounds of cranberry relish.

In the meantime, I'll be doing 100 pounds of laundry and reading something or other.