Thanksgiving has come and gone. It was a low-key one with just Matt and 40, which was a nice change of pace. I made my calls to Joyce, Dad and Michele, and Mom Mom and Pop Pop. I ate more food than I should have.

Matt and I attempted (more Matt than I, but that is purely because 2 people can't really do it if there is only one x-act-o blade and staple gun) to put the carpet down in the bedroom. Matt got discouraged because it wasn't working out right.

I have work tomorrow (I could take it off, but Genevieve and Jamie are off and Maria is working at home and won't even be reachable by phone and I don't want to leave Matt by himself), so I should get some sleep. I am very tired despite only having been up for 12 hours.