I am sitting here, happy and warm, with a stomach full of turkey and mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie and apple muffins and birthday cake. After this lovely-chaotic weekend of cooking, baking, unpacking and colouring hair (not mine), I feel somewhat sleepy and lethargic, though content. Family members have gone home, and gone to sleep, and are talking quietly out in the living room. A good day.
Tomorrow is still a holiday but I will be going back to Toronto and back to work. Assignments wait for no turkey-laden students.
(All you honourary Canadians remembered to celebrate this fine holiday, yes? Of course you did.)