Son, don't ask / neither how full nor empty is your glass.

[yo_helena]

I just got over another cold; was it a relapse or just another strain? No idea. But I can tell you it was debilitating the first two days and just plain miserable the rest of the time. My voice was missing the first day, so I got people's attention by angrily clapping my hands together and pointing to what I needed/wanted.

The year's last issue of The Corsair was printed. We were nearly too late to meet the printing date, but Ms. D, Daniel, and I activated our wonder powers and worked some miracles. It's four extra pages longer than usual (which is harder to do than you'd think), but it looks great, and we advertised our webcast as well as the Christmas concert.

Last night my brother and I went to the school's basketball game. Danica passed out the paper's promotional items (we bought pens and color-changing plastic cups-yes, high quality items) and took photos. I webcasted. During half-time, we played individual "Happy Thanksgiving" messages from all the players so their families could see them over the web. (We have athletes from New York, Australia, and the country of Georgia.) It was an act of God to get those interviews, too. (The coach said, "Yeah, meet us at 5:00," but didn't stop practice until 5:45.) They're a rowdy bunch, and when they wouldn't shush, I said, "Okay, quiet!" Dad says it must've been hilarious to see me bossing around a bunch of seven-foot basketball players, but come on, deadlines are kind of a thing.

We have acquired studio space for our webcast. There are lights. There are lights.

Yesterday was a lovely, small dinner cooked in the convection oven as opposed to a real one. So far we are all still alive.