Thanksgiving Day 2022. Lauren and I helped get things set with Jen, who did a massive amount of work setting things up inside and out. Lauren and I went to Madronia with fall leaves and new gratitude messages to leave on her mom's grave. I looked back at last year's entry when we took them to her in person in hospice, and it's still hard to comprehend how much has transpired since that time. It's still oddly surreal to put into context. We picked up my mom and returned to Panorama with her and three pies. One of which, the Apple pie, fell. The glass pyrex shattered into pieces, and we had to toss it, but Lauren and I picked away at the top crumble crust before doing so, as it was not compromised. It was a fun moment. Our guests for dinner were Jen's Aunt Connie, her daughter Jill, granddaughter Analisa, son-in-law Torsten and their dog Rose, came, along with Cynthia, Valerie, my mom, Lauren, and for a short while, Tommy. It was a good meal and conversation. It meant a lot to me that Jen got to host and include them. They'll be back tomorrow for breakfast. I went way off the keto path but will return Sunday and will remain on it aggressively into December.