Didn’t sleep great, listened to a couple podcasts in the early a.m.
Light breakfast, coffee.
Showered while Jenny was walking the dogs. Called Bree.
Read bits of Callard here and there in spare moments (bunch of 4-5 p. responses from other philosophers).
Went w/ J. to pick up pies. Bought a copy of Okakura Kakuzō, The Book of Tea - for some reason the bakery had a few used books, mostly YA novels and biology texts. Odd place.
At Thanksgiving from 1 pm on. Called my dad in CA briefly after I got there, will talk longer tomorrow. I’m sure I overate, but tried to be mindful, and drank lightly as well. Played a bit of piano - one of the kids sang “Puff the Magic Dragon” w/ her family - but it wasn’t a major portion of the evening. Screwed up a card trick.
Got a ride to the 9:30 train for Grand Central, played some podcast, too worn out to read. Back home at about 11.