Nothing strange. First, the husband and our 21-year-old son went bird hunting and took the wire-haired pointer with them so I was free to cook all morning without a dog under my feet. Then they came home and cleaned the burs out of the dog and their birds and we ate the turkey dinner. This afternoon, we sipped on coffee and read the sales flyers in the paper, took naps, and put up the tree for the backyard Christmas display. That's about it - a nice, relaxing day.