I should not be surprised that this week is going by excruciatingly slowly, because Thanksgiving week is always this way. Almost everyone takes the week off and the office is quiet and completely lacking in any sense of urgency. My synapses actually start to fire less often, my eyelids get heavy, my IQ plummets and I start slurring my words.

With my remaining brain cells, I think about the upcoming holiday weekend and how much I'm looking forward to it. Tomorrow we're driving to beautiful Pepin, Wisconsin, to see Brad's grandparents and other relatives on his mom's side of the family. It should be a pretty low-key Thanksgiving. Usually I'm used to going to two Thanksgiving dinners in one day, so this will be a luxury.

I plan on being pretty much a shut-in during this four-day weekend. I've got the first two discs of Doctor Who season 3 on their way from Netflix, and a whole bunch of podcasts downloaded (I hit up a lot of the public radio podcasts this week - NPR Book Tour, Fresh Air, Science Friday and This American Life). I've got lots of food stockpiled and no real plans on the horizon. I have no desire to go anywhere near a store, as I mentioned in my previous post, and no errands I have to run. It will be FANTASTIC.

(In reality, this will probably be fantastic for all of Friday, and then I will start to crawl out of my own skin - I am not good at relaxing; that's why I spend all my free time making things. This will probably be accomplished by spending hours upon hours at Barnes and Noble despite the inevitable crowds, and/or taking on some elaborate and ill-advised project like organizing the closet or making some complicated food I've never made before and have no idea how to make.)