Dinner is over and we’re back home after a pleasant afternoon spent with kin by blood and marriage. The last miles, from Larkspur south, were a little hairy — the first weather we’ve had this fall blew in and glazed the roads thicker than a cop’s doughnut. But we were in no hurry and arrived without incident, unlike the one leadfoot we saw backasswards in the ditch near the north entrance to the Air Force Academy. Hope Thanksgiving was equally gentle to you and yours.
