I spent all day in training, in a conference room, with the blinds closed, and a half dozen or so warm bodies rising the temperature to unholy levels. Or maybe I exaggerate.

We celebrated Thanksgiving at work with an exciting potluck, which allowed us to leave the sweltering room for a brief respite. I contributed gooey butter pumpkin cake and lite cool whip. (Because if you're going to eat a crapload of butter and cream cheese, you may as well add a dollop of lite cool whip.) Everything was tasty and I ate entirely too much. But I forgive myself. I know not what I do. Unless I'm lying.

And then I went to the stupid gym again.

Ta da. No deep thoughts. Just watching tv. Doing some laundry. Staring at the city lights.