My voice is returning. A cold knocked me down for much of the week, culminating in a hoarse and erratic voice over the last two days. But this morning seems a bit better. And not as much of the nasty snot-globules that need to be blasted from my nose. And that's good.

I'm trying to get ready for Thanksgiving and the whole holiday season. The star is atop the tree at Rockefeller Center -- I saw it one morning on the slats of a forklift, and the next day it was mounted. The scaffold will be around the tree for some time more and soon there will be insane crowding throughout that plaza making it harder for me to get to and from the office. Tourist bastards.

And it got cold this week. It was in the 70s on Wednesday, but went down to the 30s thereafter. Time to get out the woolies.