girls at home

While Rick is off working in California, the girls are holding down the fort. So to speak. We've had rain (4" so far for November), raccoons in the yard, frost in the garden, coyotes singing under the full moon, school, work, and some sleepless nights.

Yesterday, Becca got to see the doctor, who diagnosed strep throat even after the quick test came back negative. He seemed convinced by the lovely pus in the back of her throat. It was quite impressive - I saw it. Penicillin seems to be helping already, and she is feeling better today. Kristen and I have been trying not to get breathed on - so far, so good.

Missy came over for a minute, dinner and a hug. And Nichole called to say she would come for Thanksgiving.

But for tonight, we venture over to the girls' art school for a play. Metamorphoses: from the myths of Ovid.

Of course the Utah/San Diego game is at 5:00 p.m. One more game to hope for a win before the final red-and-blue. Perhaps the Seattle clans should come down to watch...

Sherri

later that same day (update)

Worst sportscaster joke of the day: During the UNM/CSU football game, the announcer says "The receiver is hit by Karaoka." The other announcer says, "At least he isn't hit by karaoke. Then it would be Hit Me With Your Best Shot." Oy.