Just woke up from a vivid tryptophan dream, one in which I'd sold a SF short story to Baen. It was such a vivid dream I almost looked for the check when I woke up. I wish I could remember the story. Something about an asteroid.
This was the proximate the cause of the dream.
Here's hoping your time with relatives was joyous (or at least tolerable) and that your favorite football squadrons prospered on the field of struggle.