This beautiful painting by Gustave Courbet (1819-1877) should remind everyone that tomorrow we eat, drink, are merry (maybe), or solemnly thankful, but at any rate, it is a true American holiday, even if the painting is by a Frenchman.
While we all have much to be thankful for, I have to admit this is one year I'd rather forget. Beset by unexpected problems since early Spring, I am thinking more about sleeping than eating. But undaunted, I shall find the strength to dig in.
Enjoy the day. Posting will continue at a leisurely pace.