Alcohol, sugar, wheat.

I had too much of all three over the long weekend, but Thanksgiving is, by far, my favorite holiday. Family, cooking, football, perfect weather. It's also the only holiday I get to spend with both of my parents at the same time. They've been divorced for nearly two decades, but in recent years my mom has been inviting my dad and stepmom to her house for Thanksgiving dinner, and it's really become a special time for me. To see my parents hug is still a strange experience, but they totally do hug, and my mom and stepmom like to hang out and go to lunch, and it is what it is, now. We spent much of the long weekend doing things together—a big, happy, extended, blended family. It's a good thing.

My dad loves to help me with household projects whenever he's in town, and this visit we installed a reverse osmosis water filtration system. It's pretty amazing, especially since we ran a line to the icemaker. Phoenix water is disgusting and my ice has always been a bit suspect—cloudy, salty, leaving mysterious white particles in the bottom of glasses as it melted—but now that we've installed the RO system, the ice is clear as diamonds.

The Cardinals snatched defeat from the jaws of victory on Sunday, but the team seems cheerful and upbeat so I'm just going to roll with it. The Suns are 14-3 and I'm starting to find Steve Nash sexy again. A little.