Turkey and sniffles

Had an early Thanksgiving the Saturday before the real thing, at Z'boss's house with Michael & Linda Moorcock. They're a hoot. Good fun was had by all.
Then spent a leisurely Sunday escorting Deb Biancotti and Trevor Stafford with Mz'melia around San Francisco's Mission District. Did a wee bookstore jaunt, visited Alan and Jeremy at Borderlands, caught a reading, hung out drinking beer with Cheryl Morgan, and then had a fantabulous Mexican dinner replete with margaritas. Finished up at Zeitgeist for a last drink and then made our way back to the East Bay. Thankful they didn't want to see all the typical tourist stuff; we had a great time, and I've probably done the Alcatraz tour a dozen times in my life with visiting relatives.
Ended up catching the bug that Trevor had. Damn. Spent the whole weekend alternating between Theraflu (yetch) and tea, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, in a sea of crumpled tissues. Still feeling murky, heavily dosed up with Day- or Nyquil, depending on the time of day.