Thanksgiving has always been a torture for me. No doubt this is a holdover from my childhood; my aunts and uncles were actually my grandaunts and granduncles - somber old people who had little use for young kids. It was always a cold, long and boring day.

My daughter Mary and her partner Keith went out of their way to make a mind-boggling dinner, which we just finished. For most of the day, though, l've been in my room, working when able at the computer. I had the surgery to repair my arm and am filled to the gills with vicodin and turkey.

l joined two places today, one is ''sonomu,'' ''sound noise music'' from the UK; looks like l can get my music going with them..The other place is the well-known Deviantart.com, a sort of phlog for artists.

Ah me. The vicodin is kicking in, so l shall log off for now.