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in spite of my moody musings early yesterday, we had a good thanksgiving. after breakfast kara took the dogs to a dog park. while she was out i stayed by the fire and read from the dave eggers book, which is engrossing in its horrors in sudan, ethiopia, and here. when she got back the dogs were pretty well pooped. we prepared food, drank wine, listened to and sang with arlo and then the dixie chicks, ate food, and drank wine. we have leftovers, and not all the dishes fit in the dishwasher. we are living a life of bounty.