This is how I know it’s time for a quickie. I got home from Connecticut (where I spent the last half of two weeks sick with a leaf mold allergy) to a dead computer monitor, 13 Trojans poised to eat my machine, stopped up toilets and sinks so I needed two plumbers in two weeks, plus one electrician (wrote big checks), a moving sale that wasn’t worth the effort, and a really bad haircut. When Jim said, “Let’s go to Vegas and see Cirque du Soleil”  I jumped on the phone and had everything lined up in minutes. Jim’s company shuts down every Thanksgiving week, which is not normally a time I’d choose to travel, but we need a little break. It’ll be a quickie – just Saturday and Sunday then home to see the Tut exhibit in San Francisco. But no turkey cooking. No cooking. No.