We spent a day and a half of it doing a writing retreat, and spent Thursday cooking and eating (Jim just brought me a final slice of the pumpkin pie).
I spent a lot of the week reloading various news websites and working on straightening out a big mess I'd made in my study.
I have done practically nothing about preparing for the holidays, and nothing with my huge backlog of email and Ectophiles' Guide things. I have to say, it was nice doing nothing much. Baking, cooking, messing about in the house. Then writing and doing a bit of socializing with good friends at Thanksgiving and the writing retreat time and this morning at brunch for a friend who was in town.
This is the life. Jim says I can blame him for being boring.