We've got a million people on their way to our house, some from cross country. My mother has a head cold. My dad is all worried about her. My sis is asleep downstairs. My cats want breakfast. I'm about to wrangle a 25 pound honker of a turkey.
And as head moderator at the Gazebo (www.alsopreview.com) and a poet--my other life--I've been spinning, too: three acceptances last week for new poems. And I'm already Christmas shopping like mad because December is insane when your husband is an organist/choir master. I promise a good radio show tomorrow, and more blogging maybe over the weekend.
Hope all is well with you, and do hold a prayer in your hearts for our friends in India.