A wonderful Thanksgiving -- with all three of our children here: Emily, Nathan and Renee. Later today Emily's fiance, Sheldon, will arrive for an overnight with his mother, who Patty and I have never met. We're enjoying the opportunity to simply "chillax" with each other. ("Chillaxin'" is a new word I learned from the youth at last week's "Lost and Found" Synod youth event.)

This morning, before any of the kids were awake, I got out on my road bike for my Queen's Lake 16-mile loop. No traffic! I'm glad I'm not riding a Century today. My body was quite sluggish this morning, which is no wonder after yesterday's nuts and dried bananas and apricots and glass of wine and glass of beer and turkey and dressing and ham and sweet potatos and green beans and glass of wine and glass of wine and pecan pie and coffee and pumpkin cheese cake and pecan pie and glass of wine.

I saw several others out this morning, bicycling or jogging, doing penance for what we had done to our bodies yesterday.

A year ago yesterday my tracheostomy was removed!