It is raining. It is almost snowing, spitting white flakes amidst the raindrops. We had our dog, Taylor, put to sleep yesterday, and it is really tearing at Marcia. She is playing sad songs all day.

I know that she blames me for Taylor. She was not ready to say, “Goodbye”. I was not either. I loved Taylor. It is fine with me though that Marcia blames me. I can take it. She thinks I am cold and ruthless, which is not the case, but I feel I must not question our judgment.

It is a cold and rainy day. Pretty miserable and depressing.

Tomorrow morning, we are registered to run a race at the high school. The Turkey Trot. Our annual Thanksgiving tradition. I am honestly not looking forward to it as I have in the past. The kids are excited to compete in the race. Liz is ready to just go out there and do it. She is thinking about putting salt on her shoes, since there will be snow on the ground. Noah is good to go, as he and Maggie both did very well in the Gobble Gobble Go run at their school yesterday. Maggie wants to run her first 5K. I am not sure who will run with her though …

This morning, I got home from a sleep study last night at Johns Hopkins. I bought 2 dozen doughnuts on the way home. Jack has been at them all morning. He is now raging on sugar.

I wonder if we can institute a new family tradition tomorrow that Marcia has been talking about for awhile – the annual Kennedy lacrosse game. I am certain there is no way that we can get it off the ground…