For Thanksgiving 80 people showed up. Forty were invited. It usually works the other way. Half as many as invited show up.
I washed a total of four plates and spent the afternoon playing croquet on the lawn with our guests.
I don’t get the alone time I’d like to have here in order to write, and this past week was especially challenging with the holiday.
But that’s the world. I’m thankful for a roof over my head and for being able to swing a mallet while the cleanup was done without me.