Oging Ohme

Thanksgiving is kind of stupid, but it's a good excuse to go home to New Hampshire. Originally I wasn't even going, as I assumed there'd be no flights Wednesday night, and my bank account is still severely wounded from that mishap last week, but then James swooped in with his magic "card of credit" and found me a flight for this evening. It should be a pretty good time. We're going to try to find someplace to hike Friday (this may kill us) and then doing God knows what for the rest of the weekend. If you want to know, ask God.

I was worried about not getting all my work done on time this afternoon, but now that I actually haven't, it doesn't feel so bad after all, so I was worried for nothing. Lesson learned!

Hasta lunes, all two or three of you.