Uncle Tom is in town. He is like Garrison Keillor, but with Alzheimer's. He still has the great stories, even if they're half truths, and he starts up a toast at dinner every five minutes, but he's a southern gentleman at heart. I enjoy Uncle Tom. His descent into oblivion is sad to watch, but I love it when he remembers things and gets so excited.

My heart, my body and my mind are tired. I worked 14 hours today. Retail the day after Thanksgiving is nothing compared to a bakery the days beforehand. I have bruises, burns, cuts, and swollen hands, but I am managing well. One more day and then sweet rest.