It's exactly one month until Christmas, but I'm not going to worry about that yet. I am also no longer going to worry about Thanksgiving. I've decided what I'm going to do, and that is, to do nothing and everything. I am going away for a few days. I'm going to go wander the country with my car and my kitten (yes, I'm going to take Fargo, though I doubt he'll get to see the city for which he is named) and I'm going to go somewhere. Anywhere. Nowhere. I'm going to go just to go, and not worry about it.
I have to take Fargo. I'm the mothership, remember? Besides, I'd worry about him. So, it was off the the pet place today to get him a little harness thing and a leash (I know, but a lot of places you must have pets on leashes, even if the leash and harness outweigh them).
I went and had the oil changed in the Honda, I found some more music to listen to, and I got several things to eat and a road atlas. My existing atlas was a free gift for filling out some gas station credit card application about seven years ago, and it's outdated. I don't want to drive off the map or anything.
We're all going away to find ourselves. We'll be back soon.