Thanksgiving memories

Wayne and Sandra stopped by, and Uncle Dave stayed in the basement. No pig roast this year, though the boys smoked a small brisket.

We ate at 3 tables on the porch, very far apart from each other. I served the food in a mask and gloves. Then everyone went home.

Insanity.

But it was very nice to talk to other people in person, however far away we were from one another.