1.  Bought more morning yogurt.  The good stuff, coconut yogurt & lemon yogurt, my old standbys.  This is to celebrate the fact that the Lupron weight was, apparently, just lupron weight. Which made me happy.  Well, as happy as I can be stepping on a scale these days.  It’s bad, but not that bad.

2.  Had a wonderful, productive time at my MIL’s house over the weekend, & I get to go back up day-after-tomorrow!  Man, oh man, am I ever going to miss all this time off I’ve had in the last few months…  It’s been great.

3.  Still unseasonably warm, which is wonderful.  I love the cold weather, really I do, but there’s something that feels downright naughty about being able to walk around in shirt sleeves in late November!  Like I’m getting away with something.  (Yeah, I’m such a rebel, such a bad girl…)

4.  The Boy’s 20-year-old Volvo died yesterday as we were driving it back from CT.  We’d spent much of the drive deliberating – to keep it or to get rid of it?  On the one hand, it’s a solid, fairly trustworthy car with a  lot more hailing capacity than my Toyota Echo.  But on the other hand, having a car that “lives” up in Connecticut, but that we still pay NYC insurance for, is more than a little “penny wise, pound foolish.”  What to do?

So, er, the Universe took care of that for us. Not only that, but the car stopped working as we pulled off the LIExpressway, and not, say, in the middle of the Kosciusko bridge.  And it stopped working in an area with no restrictions on side parking.  And the boy was able to bribe a taxi to take us – and Nellie – back to Brooklyn (this was potentially very sticky, since drivers hatehatehate dogs, even beautiful ones like Nellie.)  And he found a cars-for-kids place to come tow it away.  And our decision was made with very little to angst over.  With very little inconvenience to us, or to the greater NY driving community (I am so glad it didn’t die out on a bridge!)

Thanks, Universe!  That could have been much worse…

5.  My MIL agreed to let me bring pie.  I hate coming to a Thanksgiving celebration without anything to contribute (the shame!) But she’s had her routine set for decades and is rather protective of her prerogatives.  But she decided an apple pie wouldn’t be amiss, since no one likes the Linzertorte that her daughter’s MIL always brings.  So I get to contribute something I like (way more than Linzertorte) and don’t feel so much like a leech.  Plus, you know, what’s not to like about baking apple pie?  Our house smells yummy tomorrow night, and the pie tastes delicious on Wednesday.  It’s all good.