Guten Morgen

Well, Kristine's voice has officially left the building. If Zach and Jody or any of Cliff's co-workers thought I couldn't get any worse, then Casey and Sara are most definitely getting a blend of Sophia Bush with laryngitis and an aged mobster, later this afternoon when we have our FOURTH ANNUAL Thanksgiving dinner. On this, the day of my daughter's wedding. "Family Guy", anyone?

And while Cliff has just left home for Sunday School, I'm soaking up some tea and honey, putting a hot compress on my airways every five minutes, and wondering if I should have taken mom's advice the other day about the Vick's Vapor Rub in the socks trick. It's just I started to get better... and then wham, surprise attack on my lungs/voicebox/etc. I'm really bumming about missing church, because the pre-Thanksgiving service has always been my favorite. Good thing I can watch it on the internet, later tonight.

It's nice being cared for, though. This is the spread Cliff had prepared for me when I got out of my hour long steam therapy in the shower: