So, the all-American holiday of Thanksgiving is upon us.
The street that I live on is virtually deserted. Kind of like in the middle of the night, only with daylight. Everyone has gone to their parents. To eat the big bird. And the rest. Apparently, there are no parents living here. At least not old enough to have their children come here for Thanksgiving.
It still hasn't started to snow. By this time last year, it was arctic around here. Not that I miss it. I guess it will be white soon enough.