We’re in San Diego spending Thanksgiving with Celine. We’re as sick as mildly sick dogs. I’m just now getting my voice back and Andy is looking a little less bedraggled than this morning even.

We spent last week in Green Bay visiting Andy’s parents. I’m sure I could tease some stories out of the visit but I’ll just leave it alone. Family was there, it snowed, the end.

We made the flight reservation to Green Bay while we were in Norman OK and then changed minds and drove from Norman to back Vegas. This meant finagling of tickets, times and prices for our trip to Green Bay. The only way we could get there at the same time, was to accept an overnight layover in Chicago both ways. On the way to Green Bay it was fun hanging out on the floor at the gate under our sleeping bag listening to podcasts and eating granola bars. On the way back with achy heads, stuffy noses and chest racking coughs the sparkle wasn’t quite as bright. But surprisingly, not as bad as it could have been.

We spent a day recuperating and drove in the rain and fog to San Diego to spend the holiday with Kevin, his parents and my mom. He made the turkey and we brought the rest. It was a nice day that ended with Sudafed, Nyquil and a ridiculously early bedtime.

Now we’re wrapped up like orange, puffy larva in our new MontBell stretchy sleeping bags. Sleeping bags that are so awesome and amazing that I could rave about them in their own entry. Although I won’t….yet.

Tonight I wanted to sleep outside in the bivy but am restraining myself for two reasons. One: my mom said that I couldn’t because I’m sick and I just don’t feel like the ensuing argument is a hill I want to die on right now. And two: she threw a turkey carcass out the front door “for the neighborhood animals”. I really didn’t like the idea of sleeping next to a turkey carcass or the marauding neighborhood animals.

In ten minutes, more snuggling, hot tea and watching movies. My feet are getting restless I haven’t walked anywhere substantial in what seems like weeks.