Michelle snagged a cheap flight to go spend Thanksgiving with the Texas relatives.
My sweet Richard offered–cheerfully!–to get up at 4 am tomorrow to take her to the airport and insisted I should sleep in.
And he and I saw a Cooper’s hawk perched on the telephone wires across the intersection while we were stopped at a light this afternoon, so we could both get a good look at it. Very cool.
Fly well, everybody. Have a very happy Thanksgiving.