I may have been up for 28 hours . . .
I may have had to work a 13 hour day, then an 8 hour night . . .
I may have lost my voice from working while recovering from a cold . . .
I may have spiked a fever this morning . . .
I may not be recovering from the cold yet . . .
I may have passed the cold to Jack . . .
I may have slept all morning while Ben’s parents cooked the turkey . . .
I may have to go out tonight on another call . . .

. . . but, dammit,  I’m not going to bed without having my fill of cheese log and wheat thins.  It’s Thanksgiving after all. 

PS: I may have an awesome husband at my beck and call all day, and kind in-laws who made the entire Thanksgiving dinner in my house AND did the dishes.  Thanksgiving indeed.