I'm fighting off the Virus of Doom right now, so I shall aim for pithiness rather than lengthiness in this post. My head weighed LITERALLY [yes, literally! not figuratively!] 35 pounds yesterday. Every time the store got empty I would rest it on the counter or on the table. I also believe that my core body temperature was approximately 175 degrees fahrenheit. Thankfully, it was a short day and Matthew was home with Gus, who's also finishing up his bout with the Virus of Doom. I crawled into bed and slept from 1:45 to 6:45, got up for a little dinner, then slept from 7:15 to 6:15 this morning. I feel much better, thank you.

Obligatorily corny but heartfelt wishes for a happy peaceful Thanksgiving for everyone out there. I hope you don't have to travel far or if you do it's a pleasant journey. Bear-hug your friends - kiss your mother - tell your kids you love them - put grudges aside for a day - have an extra helping of stuffing - step back for a second and appreciate how lucky we all are.