A sexless Thanksgiving...

At my parents' home... no sex here... Jane remains back in Durham... we IM'd earlier this evening; her last message was that she was going to finger herself to sleep; the baby is kicking up a storm, but she'll flog herself mightly and push herself over the edge. That's my girl.

Meanwhile, I'll head to bed shortly, stuffed in a closet of room at my parents' home; somehow when growing up the room seemed so much bigger. Not even a chance to wank for me, as my children are in that room, too, the house here taking on a bulging-at-the-seams sort of life with siblings and nieces and nephews running around. At least there's much to be thankful for...