Happy Thanksgiving and all that

A beautiful day outside, bright and cool, leaves aflame. Very quiet. No one coming but my mom, who has to drive up from the Bay Area and is probably stuck in traffic right now. Wasn't supposed to be this quiet.

Mother in law lives in Idaho, was going to come down and bring her ten-year-old grandson. We were going to take him to the train museum and stuff, really looking forward to it. But when she found that out, and that we needed to go through some stuff she left in our closet, she freaked. Couldn't handle being faced with reminders of her husband, who died over five years ago. Yelled and screamed. Hung up and canceled the plane tickets. So my sons' only first cousin doesn't get to come visit after all.

The kid's dad can't stand her either, so she'll spend the day by herself. Kid'll go off with his mom's family and have a good day. Down here, just my mom, not that other one, so lots of peace and quiet. Looking forward to it.

Meanwhile I tie myself to the desktop, trying to finish the video, and write while the video editing software and the old computer crank slowly, slo-o-owly away. I'm nine days behind in NaNo, but that doesn't mean I quit. There's a still a story to write, a story I need to learn how to write, what viewpoints to use for what part of the story, what revelations of fact and motive, etc. So. A good day for all that.

A good day to all!