The Thanksgiving family is gone -- and they all the house jobless.
Now as I remember, we always left mom with work to do ... just to keep her busy, of course ... so she would not have time to miss us. At least that was the story.
So what are you going to do? No clean up, so we fill the time in another project. Poor Henry. He is so use to destruction in his environment that he just wandered through the gate into his playpen and flopped on his bed.