Wander's Wonderings

I survived Thanksgiving. Runa is a saint. Also an excellent cook.

Then, after dinner, I went down to deliver custard pie and eggnog to Ivan & Ian’ka, whom I have not seen since March, and had a really lovely visit (masked, distanced) which I did not realize how much I needed until I saw them. And now I have Ivan-bread to enjoy, and was amusingly able to take away one of my chairs that he had repaired, even as I (finally!) remembered to take the carved back of my three-legged chair to him to fix, which has needed doing since like, April.

A good day. I hope everyone had good days.