Third picture from the bottom.

Robin is the one in the white jacket, not the one in the braces.

I don’t know why I didn’t try to get in between Robin and Rachel for that snap. I think the picture may have been taken too quickly, before I was ready. As it looks, the caption should be “Pretty Girls Nearly Assaulted By Homeless Interloper.”

So, as you can see, I haven’t shaved. I have some facial hair action happening. Robin actually prefers that I don’t, and someone saying to me “Hey, don’t bother shaving,” is pretty much all the encouragement I need to be lazy.

Because I’m headed back to Chicago tomorrow, I’ve been sick all week, because this is the way things work. My roommate’s Thanksgiving gift to himself was a cold from Omaha, which he graciously left in the apartment for me to use once he was done with it.

Since Tuesday, I’ve left more of my DNA in tissues than a 14 year old boy.

That is, if snot has DNA. Which it almost certainly does.

In less than 24 hours, I’ll be back in my beloved Chicago.