I got up early and did 30 fairly chilly miles with Gerry. He’ll soon torture me with tales of 80 degree days in Florida, but he was thankful to note that I was riding on fat 33’s while he ridin’ skinnies. I believe I pedaled twice as much as he to cover the same distance. Then, like most of the US it seems, the pilgrims living at Circumstance Manor turned to the kitchen and produced a scrumptious feast. You can see some of it below…

The abundant feast could well be the item lowest on the “thankful” list. We are overwhelmingly blessed. “Better than I deserve” is how I feel most of the time.