Thanksgivingukkah

I came home to a house full of family and friends and started frying latkes. I was sick but relived to be home. Eventually I told my body to shut up by taking some pseudoephed and proceeded to go to the annual Thanksgiving celebration in Belmont: the night tapered off with Eloosha on keyboard and singing. I stayed up until 5 am and left the next morning by train, where Yosef met me and walked me home in my last few hours before getting picked up by a fellow Bardian to go back again to Bardland.
On Thursday we had a one-day-late Hannukah-end party. I talked to people I don't know there, and later walked happily home, chipping the solidified wax drips off my chanukiah as I went.