He spent the morning *cleaning*. He's washed the kitchen floor and straightened out the living room and cleaned off the top of the dining room table. All I need to do is vacuum.
Oh, it's still a mess because I'm a terrible housekeeper, but other than my mom's boyfriend, all of my guests have seen it far worse. And he did it all with a badly sprained finger, too.
I love him so very much.
In other news: turkey is stuffed and in the oven. After I do a touch more straightening out, I'll cook the noodles for the soup. There's no room for the fish or the kugel or the carrots in the oven now, but that's okay. I'll take care of them when the turkey comes out. There should be plenty of time.
And that's *it*. I have my challot and my honey cake all ready. We only apples and honey, and I have those. All done. Yay.