One might think that I am not working hard today. One might be wrong. I have gotten a lot done, I just need to do more since I am leaving for Boston Sunday morning and won't be back in the office until Wednesday. But I'm all antsy now. And I need to find my scarves, as I think I might need one in Boston. Here is where I am staying. I went to Boston once about ten years ago on a mission trip. It was in the summer and it was grossly hot. And I can't stop singing The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything right now. I think I am excited. I also think I'm going to be exhausted when I return. And my mom was trying to guilt trip me about not spending Thanksgiving with she and my dad and her mom. I was like, whatever, I told you this was my pan. It's not my fault that you didn't actually listen to me until this week. And I called my grandma (about the cheesecake) and she said I was lucky to be spending Thanksgiving with our beautiful girls. I was like, right, and Dave and Rachel aren't too bad, either. She didn't really seem to be offended; it's not like her house isn't going to be full of people. So I don't know why my mom is being all weird. And she won't go to Louisville with my dad Saturday. He was standing right next to me and she goes, "I don't know why David wants to go there." I was like, hello, David is right here. He was just like, I want to go so I can see my dad. It was weird. I would be mad if I were him. But I think we established I'm not him a long time ago. Also, established: coffee makes me jittery and random.