Over the weekend, Greta acclimated to being back at home for Thanksgiving break, but she was thrown off by the dizzying number of appointments that I scheduled for her today. She looked totally flustered when I happened to bump into her downtown, in between her visit to the dentist and her trip to a doctor's office.

"I need to run because I'm meeting Lizanne for coffee," I told her.

"All right fine but make eye contact with me for a second," she said. "I feel like I'm in a clown car."