There’s a church a few blocks down the street that, although I would never step foot in it any other time of year, has a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner every year. Since I got out of class early on Tuesday night, Emily and I went. Although they always look at me weird when I say I don’t want any turkey or ham, it’s always tasty and delicious.
It’s started to get cold here. I even turned on the heat a few days ago. Soon there won’t be any leaves left on the trees.