Today was my second Thanksgiving dinner in two days. I baked a pumpkin pie this morning to take to my friend's place. My oven in this apartment is defective, deceitful, and spawned by agents of evil; by which I mean, it doesn't work very well, and things tend to burn however carefully I compensate. So I was mortified when the pumpkin pie came out of the oven with burned edges.
I was able to poke the burned bits of crust off with a butter knife, though - it was a crumb crust - and my friends never even knew it was burned. I was proud!
At my friends' place, we sat and talked for some time. There was exchanging of birthday present - these include some of my Libra friends, one birthday just past, one tomorrow. Then we ate the sumptuous and lavish dinner. Then we watched part of the DVD of "Apollo 13" - a wave of nostaligia for the space race of 1969.