I didn’t bake bread, but everything else is done, packed for travel, and sitting in the fridge. After we’ve eaten dinner, I’m going to make a batch of cornbread for tomorrow. We’ve never had cornbread at Thanksgiving before, but it seems to fit … and it’s bread that won’t take me hours to make. Mom will have a loaf of white bread anyway. She always does.

I’m ever so glad I delegated the pies and potatoes to my mom. I’ve been running on zero energy all day today. I’d have never gotten to pies, yams, and mashed potatoes. I don’t even know how I am still able to sit here, but I suspect it has something to do with being hungry and waiting for the fries to finish. It’s entirely possible I’ll be making the cornbread in the morning before we go. Going to bed after dinner sounds so nice.

So, it’s almost Thanksgiving and almost all my work is done!