Just enjoyed the next of the Thanksgiving leftovers: toasted a slice of sourdough, lightly buttered it and sprinkled poultry seasoning on it, then added heated meat and gravy over the top, and a spoonful of cranberry sauce. The next step is stew. The day outside is brilliant and cold. The mountain is bright white on top. The breezes are rattling the remaining leaves on the trees. I want coffee but I won't be having any. Last night was one of those nights of almost-sleeping, waking, drowsing, not... Sign in to see full entry.