Contrary to popular opinion, when I said we were sleeping at Lyle's dental office, we were not sleeping in dental chairs, although I do appreciate the image. We were in the spacious staff lounge and had brought an air mattress from home, so we were hunky dory.
Unfortunately, the power still hadn't come back on at home by mid-morning on Thanksgiving, so we loaded the car and drove 2 hours east to Lyle's sister's house. The dinner was fantastic, the company couldn't have been better, and being in a home with electricity was simply divine. We heard that night that our power at home had come on and we rejoiced.
We woke up Friday morning to a phone call alerting us that a pipe had burst in our rental house next door and the cute little cottage was now more akin to a swimming pool than a domestic residence. We took only enough time to change out of our pajamas before we hit the road. Thankfully some friends and neighbors helped bail (literally) us out and we moved furniture into our garage and slogged sopping carpet and pad to the dump.
Did I mention that the turkey was really good? It was a Thanksgiving to remember.