My sister-in-law and I went for a quik-e workout at her gym this morning. I’ll tell you what, the Catholic guilt must run deeper at the Busy household than in other homes in Nebraska because including me and busy auntie, there were only eight people serving penance for our Turkey Day indulgences. That or everyone decided that shopping was more important than burning off the 14,000 calories we each consumed last night. Or everyone went to Lincoln to watch the Huskers kick Iowa in the butt. Or Nebraska is a state of bulimics. Hard to tell.