Thanksgiving was not a holiday that I really want to remember. MeMa was only able to eat about a tablespoon of mashed potatoes and gravy before she needed to retire. Earlier in the day I was able to get some of the garden work done before the daylight disappeared on me, there is so much to be done that I choose to ignore in order to spend time with my wife. This last infusion seems to have taken longer to bounce back from. But tomorrow brings a better day and that is something to be thankful for.
MeMas latest "Porch Post" for the dog walkers.