It’s the wrong side of midnight here, which makes it insanely early back home, where my body clock resides. I should be asleep. I have to be at the airport in less than five hours. But I can’t sleep. I’m too keyed up. I have visions of Sony Michel running through my head.

It seems everyone has the same question to ask this time of year, and I never seem to have a good answer. “What do you want for Christmas?"

I admit without shame that I’m pretty fanatical when it comes to college football and, especially, the University of Georgia.

“So, Milly, did you read the story in The New York Times about how people who own dogs actually live longer than people who don’t?”

This year, of course, I’m torn about the Thanksgiving feast. As you all know, I’ve spent 2017 counting calories, eating healthy and spending an inordinate amount of time sweating in a gym. I’ve learned to eat smaller portions of better foods.

I love movies. I used to love going to a theater to see a movie. In fact, at one point in my life, I went to a theater four or five times a month to see movies I got out of the habit a few years ago, and now I seldom venture inside a theater. But last weekend, I got to do something I’ve always wanted to do. I saw the classic movie “Casablanca” on the big screen.

Twenty reasons why I love America.

Look, I’m no Grinch. I’m no Ebenezer Scrooge. But the mad rush to Christmas has officially begun. In fact, I’ve already seen Christmas commercials on TV, and one of the channels I get on cable is already showing round-the-clock Christmas movies.