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Happy to report the coughs are just about done. In fact, we all went to church on Sunday. First time in two weeks for Carolyn and Trevor.

That vapo rub did quite a number. Then setting up the warm water mister (which we finally remembered we had) was also helpful. In addition, I gave them mini massages every night.

So the whole bedtime routine became rather involved but produced good results.

Now there's been some odd stomach ailment but we hope it only involves eating too much rich food over Thanksgiving. Not everyone is affected, by any means.

Also, I am finally back to the treadmill routine after skipping for an entire week. Feeling punk with some mystery illness. But today I went slow but sure to finish with 5.5 miles at the end of the day. Due in no small part to watching "The Mob Doctor." :-D

But getting back to the holiday, we had a good un'.

A tad hectic but very enjoyable.

Most of the visitors left on Friday (Kendra, Ardith & Justin, Jason) but Sharon stayed until  Sunday morning. Then she drove back to Indiana and now is in Florida.

That gal gets around, geographically speaking!

We hit the books again this morning, though judging by the reaction of Nolan and Trevor I was asking them to perform impossible feats by simply requiring an entire lesson in math.

"Can't we do half a lesson to ease back into it?"   "No."

 Still, we got though something.

Shopping as well, despite extremely cold windchills. I had to go into Goodwill, just to warm up. AND I came away without buying anything.

Who says I can't change? I'm even starting to drink tea instead of coffee.

Yes, the end is near.

Speaking of deadlines, we are working toward a church dinner on Friday, which Loren and I have volunteered to head up.

And by "volunteered," I mean Loren volunteered us, ha ha. But it will work out. Especially since the Johnsons are helping me out with decorations; etc....the stuff most people care about. I don't so much because I am one of those strange females who did not grow up looking through "House Beautiful" magazines (or whatever they are called). I was usually practicing the piano, climbing trees, riding my bike or reading.

Or playing tennis.

But most of my time was spent not looking at magazines, which apparently scarred me for life.

No, give me a desk covered with papers, CD's and math check books, any day of the week.

If anyone has a problem with that I suggest you check in with Constantine.

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