Awake early with holiday excitement. No rush, just awareness of an enjoyable, manageable day to look forward to. A day to take my time and enjoy our home. Such a pleasure to have use, again, of the living room and dining room, and to have the new kitchen, and to feel so much progress. I went down to the basement fridge to get the turkey and some fruit for breakfast, came upstairs, tripped on the lip of where the front hall tile––recently removed for replacement––met the new wood floor and fell flat on the beautiful new floor as the turkey rolled away. I wasn’t hurt. The turkey wasn’t hurt, and I was very careful going to the basement the rest of the day. Such an intimate, relaxing day, with my son and daughter and grandson and my Ukrainian friend; I felt no stress at all; neither did Frank, and we enjoyed cooking and serve the meal. Ah, it has been so long since we’ve relaxed like this. And we ate a Thanksgiving feast next to our warm and lovely fireplace. We sat for a couple of hours talking at the dining room table afterwards. A perfect day.