It turns out that: housework + dust + meetings in hyperallergenic environments + seeing my mother when she has a cold + dry SoCal air + something dead under the house (that my husband cannot find, no matter how hard he looks) sending up a putrescent odor that increasingly pervades the living space

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I have some sort of obnoxious virus. So, no Harry Potter movie today, but I did finish the Michael Connelly book.

And it looks like we'll have a bare-bones Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, which is fine. I hate changing out of my pajamas on Thx day in any event.

I have a new business model, BTW: "Pajamas Cooks," a show for lazy people who like food. The twist is, instead of airing on HGTV it will be on the History Channel, since that's where the core audience is. It's aimed at those who want to make something really delicious—but quickly, before it's time to get back to their books and shows about guns (me), football (Attila the Hub), crime (me), or military history (both of us).

I envision it would have broad appeal to the "eccentric bookworm" demographic.

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