Thanksgiving

It is a warmish Thanksgiving. We are not at Beatitude Pond, but further North in the White Mountains. Definitely not a white Thanksgiving! We are wondering how harsh the winter will be, hoping for a lighter winter.
I am full with Thanksgiving meal. The others are washing dishes and finishing off the wine. It's only 6:25, but yet it is so dark!
Dishes almost done.
My sister wonders where Spunky is. Spunking is one of her cats. I hope he is okay.