Not sure I've ever had such an unremarkable holiday. Probably have, but I've forgotten, it being thoroughly unremarkable and all. But these past three days nothing has happened that I've never done before, I've taken no photographs, written nothing.... just nothing worth documenting, and my family documents everything. My parents took some photos, just because they document everything, but even then I wondered why. Just Mom cooking Thanksgiving feast for the four of us - just us four this year, and the most stress-free Thanksgiving Mom can remember. And we played games, watched a movie, today we took a hike we've done once before. Tomorrow we have plans to go paintballing, which I've done before but none of the others has. Yesterday I finished my fantastic oversized Ravenclaw scarf - three balls of yarn, deep blue and coppery brown, ankle-length, only took four or five days to crochet even though I unravelled my first attempt and started over completely. Been reading some, battling with the cat, brother's been listening to music and obsessing over electronics and being a pest. Everything totally normal, and that never happens on holidays. Heh, usually we don't even have our holidays on the official day.