Joy & The Hulk!

So I went all the way (well, three blocks) to the yoga studio this morning at 6 to open up only to discover that the class had been cancelled because of the strike. Sigh. Plus, my parents--who are easily flustered by urban traffic--are on their way up from Charlottesville on Thursday. I anticipate disaster.

On the good side, I've completed my Christmas shopping and am trying to tie up some loose ends before I kick back for a few days.

To get everyone in the mood, here's a picture of my husband, Rod, when he was a kid. The occassion was technically his little sister Lara's birthday, not Hannukah, but the sentiment is the same. Joy at its most pure.