In all the to-do of the parade, family dinner, and then heading back to my mom's little house in the big woods yesterday, I missed a day of NaBloPoMo blogging. And Isaac would probably yell at me about the following-the-letter-but-not-the-spirit-of-NaBloPoMo-ness of this post, but you know what? Writing is writing, and I've got Thanksgiving II to get to upstairs. Something real tomorrow, probably. Go be thankful for another day. I'll see you then.