I didn't capture, but the state's in in another "tougher lockdown," with restaurants and bars, gyms, and other meeting places closed. Stores and take-out are available. Thanksgiving has been suggested to be "your household only."

The kids' school has returned to full-virtual. We'd kept the older that way, but now the younger returns from his afternoons in class. That starts tomorrow.

Both of us are working, either still or again. We're still getting used to the two-work household, after a summer of furlough for one, with two also schooling from home, and less than pleasant weather on its way.

The area is surging, but we're pretty good at holing up. We timed it well with a bit of a grocery surge before the virus reports also surged. We're comfortable with deliveries and drive-through, or reduction and absence of each. I don't think it'll come to that, if enough people can tough out the inconvenience of breaking Thanksgiving traditions.

We're going "celebrate alone," but with the delivery of a gigantic Turkey, we'll be packaging and delivering some care packages to the wife's shut-in parents, with porch-drops of food-filled containers. Closest we can do. They've been isolated even more than normal, quietly and stoically avoiding neighbors and shopping. They were both kind of shut-in before, with just the neighbors and visits from us for their sanity. They also fight our efforts to video, citing the disappointment of so close and yet so far, or just not wanting to learn any new technology. Sigh.

Everyone is healthy.