Thanksgiving

Today at Mass, the priest said, "a lepe... a person with leprosy." So what, are we now being "politically correct" with a nearly-extinct illness nobody around here hears mentioned outside of the church walls? My oh my. (Alternate explanation: "leper" is just too easy to confuse with "leopard," as my godson did when he was little.)

Other than that moment of bewilderment, Thanksgiving was great. We had chicken, stuffing, two vegetable dishes that I made, and the usual pumpkin pie, mincemeat pie, and ice cream, and then played cards for several hours. Excellent. Happy turkey comas, everyone!