Mom had gone to church, but Dad has bronchitis and was still in bed. I mentioned to him that soon it would be the eleventh hour of the eleventh day, one hundred years after Armistice Day. Then I wondered if it was the British eleventh hour, or if U.S. East Coast time counted too.
We didn't go out for lunch, but had lunch at home. Shortly after lunch, we watched a DVD of "The Post," which focused a lot on the Pentagon Papers and the freedom of the press. It seemed quite timely to the present day, although an odd movie to watch on Veterans Day.
After that, I did an editing job. We went out for dinner. Applebee's is one of the restaurants that offers vets a free dinner. We enjoyed our meals.
I'll probably try to go to bed relatively early. I'm reading a book called Everything Trump Touches Dies, and it's pretty entertaining. It's cleverly written, and frightening. The author writes like he talks.