Where Are We Going? And Why Are We In This Handbasket? Counting today, there are six ... count 'em ... six days before we leave. And we're already in trouble. My mother arrives from New Mexico tomorrow. At least that means someone will clean the bathroom. Try as you may, you just can't stop the woman. This afternoon, I have to find a way to shove a 12-pound turkey into my refrigerator. Some dork (namely, me) decided that since we'd be in-country on T-day, we should have an early Thanksgiving before we left. Some people would prioritize packing. I prioritize stuffing. This pretty much sums up my world view. Work for each of us leading up to departure is ... well, work people are probably reading this. You all know we love you. And we hope
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