We had a quiet dinner over at my apartment, Mom, faintheart and I. QFC did the majority of the cooking. *evil grin* Ted made a yummy pumpkin pie, and Mom made the traditional (well, our tradition, at least) extra-tart lemon merangue pie.
Then we played Lord Of The Rings Trivial Pursuit, and chatted. They took off around dark, after which I did miserably little on my Nanowrimo mess.
I took a nap, and woke up with a sore throat which refuses to go away, zinc lozenges all aside. This is annoying, as I had plans for the evening. Grump. I shall apply other remedies in hopes it is something minor, but if folks don't see me this evening, that's why.