northwest bound

There's only one word that could possibly describe my Thanksgiving weekend in the Pacific Northwest: indigestion.

Yes, there was a considerable amount of delicious food, but there was also a completely inexplicable bout of food poisoning, contracted from dinner Friday night.

Other than that, the trip was about as relaxing a trip home can be. Amy and I went to Port Townsend with my dad, Joan, and Brian, where they have a very nice house with a very nice view. It absolutely freezing, but the air was crisp and clear and I learned how to play Bocce ball, so all and all I'd consider that a good trip.

The next night Amy and I made it to Snohomish, where we had dinner with my mom and Patrick and lazed about the next day until it was time to fly home. All flights were on time, there were no crying babies, and I even made it to work on time this morning.

I hope everyone else's Thanksgiving went just as well, only warmer. And with less vomiting.