This holiday snuck up on me
I don’t know why I expected to be productive today. I really really wasn’t. At all. Nope. The only good thing I did all day was keep the dogs company so I could put off the guilt of dropping them off at the kennel. Something I will be doing within the hour. The guilt is rising. At least it’s only two nights. We’ll be back before they know it (I hope), and they can spend the whole weekend draped over our toes as we spend lots of quiet hours working on our schoolwork (John plans to put in some quality thesis time, and I have my last calculus quiz to work on). We may watch the rest of Twin Peaks. We started it a few days ago, and we’re five or six (seven or eight) episodes in. We’re looking for stuff to put off getting caught up with Doctor Who and Torchwood. I’m not ready to not have any new episodes of those to watch. So I’m treating Twin Peaks like a movie, kind of. The end isn’t far off (it wasn’t on the air that long), and I want to know what happened! I could do without the music, though. Truly awful stuff.
I’m not ready for Thanksgiving. Mentally. How did it get to be late November? Wasn’t it August, like, yesterday? What happened to August, anyway? Well, crap. I must be old. Maybe I can find a way for the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas to slow down a little so I can enjoy them. Unlikely. I can’t get today to slow down – how could I get whole weeks to stop rushing by?
On the other hand, no work for four whole days! Yay! Save some green bean casserole for me. That’s all I care about this year. That and sweet potatoes. And stuffing/dressing/however it’s made – I love it either way. Really, it’s just the turkey I can do without.
Happy Thanksgiving!