After some thought, I went ahead and processed all my cushaw squash that was still good. I didn't want to risk losing more. They have the shortest storage life of all the winter squash I grew anyhow.
I made Cort carry them all upstairs for me.
Just kidding. I had Cort hold it for about two seconds so I could take a picture, and he almost fell over.
I got twelve cups of puree from this cushaw, and made pumpkin bread for the neighbors. Meanwhile, I'm hopeful that my butternuts and blue hubbards hang in for a few more months.