We have made it to Friday.
Time for me to head home. I’m really hungry — it may be necessary to order to food from someplace else, like a place where they’ve been thinking about dinner all day long.
M is coming home tomorrow, but late enough so that I have time to move all the bedding N sent home from Maine off M’s bed. Also late enough so that I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn to do that, either.
It is possibly beginning to feel a bit festive. I even remembered to order the turkey this morning — I hadn’t, because Thanksgiving somehow felt so far away.
Huh. I think it may be creeping up on us.