Happy, Restful Thanksgiving!

It's Thanksgiving Day and the Atlanta Marathon - which begins in a few minutes (7:30 a.m.) - runs right under Luky's office window. He's snorting and shuffling his long wolf nails across the hardwood floor to remind me that I'm not running it this year. Thanks! Like I already don't feel slothful enough . . .

Anyway, I've been busy this past week and I've neither trained as a runner, nor spent much time reviewing Luky's journal. That latter task will cost me because he's been writing like a madman (excuse me, Luky, of course I meant "mad dog").

More soon. And Luky says he wishes every reader a happy Thanksgiving.