Hello, weekend!

And a long one, at that. God bless Martin Luther King. I need the three days to get my lungs back. Doc diagnosed me with bronchitis on Wednesday and the Z-pack hasn't kicked in after 3 doses. Perhaps it's pneumonia? That seems to be going around in these parts, both walking and regular.  In any case, happy to have three days off to try and beat it. Goal is to pass it on to Max and Esme tomorrow, who are coming over to spend the night while Peter makes good on a Christmas present to Sara. Some Broadway play about a dissolving marriage. The kind of thing everyone likes to laugh at on stage in the hopes they don't become a statistic. The cousins should be here about Noon and the plan is to play American Dolls and build a Lego space port. In the evening, it's movie night with an advance DVD screening of "Puss in Boots," thanks to AP's photo editor, who has some weird hook up that gets movies before they're released for the home market.

Here's a photo from yesterday that was going to be a really nice mother-daughter shot until Master Lincoln inserted himself into it.