We were on the way to daycare the other morning when Allie said, "Mommy, Karina (our daycare provider) says that God is invisible." I said, "Yes, that's true, honey. Nobody knows what God looks like."

She said, "I know what God looks like. He has a green pointy hat with a red poof on the top. He has a green shirt like Peter Pan, but he doesn't have a green skirt made of leaves like Peter Pan. He wears green tights, and he has big black shoes."

I guess the eternal question of what God looks like has now been answered for all humanity. He looks a lot like Peter Pan, but with black shoes.

Too bad Michelangelo isn't around anymore to produce the definitive painting.

I do benefits at work now, and it's open enrollment. I've probably seen about 150 people this week, most wanting to drop one insurance or another.

They come see me and say they want to drop their insurance. I say, "Health, dental, short term disability, long term disability, or voluntary life." They go, "huh."

It's no surprise that I've gotten sick again, either as a result of the long hours I've been putting in or all that contact with people, some of whom have probably just finished coughing all over their paperwork.

I saw the doctor today. New guy, again (our clinic can't keep a doctor). He glanced at my chart and said, "History of tonsillitus, history of asthma/bronchitis, and back for throat today." I thought, "What?"

I was in in March for a throat infection, but I haven't been diagnosed with bronchitis since I was 11 and I don't have asthma. The wonders of modern medicine.

I don't have strep, according to the rapid strep test. Just another throat thing that's lasted for over two weeks. What fun.

It's always nice to see your family at Thanksgiving and exchange germs.