At Double M's house, with Double M's parents and grandmother. Woke up at 7:30 am to run the Turkey Trot, a local 2-miler. Damn, it was cold. I should have brought my sweat-wicking poly-pro camping shirt and pants, but forgot -- and isn't the Mid-Atlantic supposed to be warmer than New England?

After the race, I slept for 4 hours. Four hours! It was so not a nap.

Then the visitors came (Double M's parents' friends) and stayed for 4.5 hours. The usual gorging on turkey (free-range -- yay!), stuffing, sweet potatoes, oyster casserole, butternut squash, brussel sprouts, cranberry-orange jello mold, 2 kinds of pie. Oof. Uncomfortably full. And mysteriously thirsty as a sailor out to sea.

It's so nice to be a kid at the holidays again. It snowed a little last night -- not enough to stick, but enough for a light dusting to still linger in the morning. Even wet snow, if it's the first snow, is magical.