Did everyone have a good day, this the first of the big eating days of the holiday season?

I did, thanks for asking.

I have a cold. It started about a week ago, and has moved from my throat to my nose to my lungs back to my nose and settled back in my thoat where it is dying. It has taken my voice for the past two days but I'm easier to hear today so I think I'm on the mend. The thing is, I can't sleep. I wake up coughing all night long. Last night, I fell asleep about 10p woke up hacking up a lung at midnight and didn't fall back to sleep 'til after 5a. In fact at 4a I was up eating Top Raman.

This cannot be good for me.

If it's wrong to sing Muppet songs to my cats, I don't want to be right.

I have a simple dream:

I wish all my friends, from all around the world, would come and have Thanksgiving Dinner with me. I know that most of them have family who they will be partaking of the first giant meal of this the eating season, but I'd love to have them all in one place so I could cook for them and stock up on hugs and laughter.

I miss them, even the ones I see all the time. I'm feeling lonely. I guess I'm trying to beat the winter blue rush.

So, my loves, will anyone take me up on a free meal and all the giggles you can eat?

Jeff Corwin just called a ten foot Rat Python, "Spanky."

I don't know, it just tickled me.

Over heard on the BART train, said by a woman on a cellphone: "I think we might have to revisit my estimate."

Grrrr.

What's wrong with saying, "I'm going to give you a new estimate."

I think we might have to revisit my estimate.

Is it possible that a more wishy washy statement has ever been uttered? Would it hurt to say something more concret? What the hell?