I dropped Lemon off and raced into work for a pointless meeting, then raced home again to finish all the last-minute preparations for our departure to Boston. I got everything loaded into the car, and we headed off to the airport, picking up Papa Bear on our way.
We went through security.
I decided that I would make us a Thanksgiving dinner, and that my challenge to myself would be to use only ingredients that I already had on hand, to avoid the madness of grocery shopping on the day before the holiday. Fortunately, my pantry is always well stocked--overstocked, some (Nona) might say. But, hey, could you make a biscuit topped winter vegetable casserole, butternut squash gratin, roasted asparagus, garlic mashed potatoes, and a walnut bourbon pie based on what's in your house right now? I rest my case--it's better to be prepared!
Of course, just to keep things interesting, the cold Lemon had been dealing with for a week or so decided to turn into a really bad cough on Friday. But, hey, we were home--so, we called the clinic, got him a prescription for antibiotics, and picked it up at our pharmacy without any problems. He coughed all night Friday night and slept a lot during the day on Saturday, but is almost back to normal now. So, overall, I would say our first Thanksgiving in Madison was a great, if unexpected, success.