Thanks for weathering the storm

Man. I'm at G*, and I may be the last person on base. It is dead as dead here. I probably would be home now if it weren't for the fact that I'm picking up El from the train station at 4:45. I had a lot to say earlier, but thankfully the incoherent fire has left my belly. It's instead full of the glass of wine and pizza I ate earlier today for lunch. I feel a little cranky and uncomfortable, which happens when I drink early in the day. I think I may head out soon, drop by a comic book store on my way to train station, and read until my wife arrives. That wouldn't be so bad.

Happy thanksgiving, Ed. I hope the work calms down a bit so I can more from you.