and damn that noise!

The holiday went extremely well. We took several of the residents to a nearby church that serves Thanksgiving lunch every year, and the guys all wore nice sweaters and behaved like well mannered young men.

The Academy itself provided a second Thanksgiving dinner that evening which also went well, though since I also ended up working that night I did my best to argue against the inclusion on the menu of "anything with sugar in it", instead suggesting "Maybe a bunch of that tripto-whatever....could you also sprinkle some of that on the pies?"

Nobody received any particularly upsetting phone calls from family members which, I noted to my supervisor, actually puts them one up on a fair number of people I know.

My only complaint is, of course, that I worked too many hours and am exhausted. But, to be honest, watching this particular bunch of guys have "the best possible holiday, under the circumstances" was worth the exhaustion.

Somehow I also, mostly accidentally, caught some of the penultimate episode of Monk. I'm a casual fan at best, but some of the residents are in love with the idea that "that crazy guy can be a detective"*. Anyway, what on Monk's shopping list was poisoned is pretty obvious. My prediction, though, and if this is the way it develops it will be pretty charming, is that the skinny schlemiel detective will be the one to finally put it all together and save Monk's life.

My neighbor has finally stopped operating his leaf blower (in early winter! in Illinois!) so it should be quiet enough to sleep.

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* Some day I will sit them down and tell them the astonishing tales of a balls out lunatic named Richard Nixon who ascended all the way to the Presidency and, in the process, became the most terrifying, exhilarating, beautiful, and hideous political story of the late unlamented American Century. I don't think they're ready to hear about that, though, and certainly not late at night.