Leaving Las Office

[Don't bother to tell me that it should be "Los Office." I'm not listening.] So, as an exercise in mental health, I'm getting ready to take off for two weeks. Two whole weeks. It's pretty crazy. I'll be fairly busy, I think. For the first part of next week, I'll be down in Mississippi doing some work. Then my cousin will be here for the weekend and then I'll be gearing up for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving, as ever, ought to be interesting because my whole family, including my two nephews, will be here and I've invited the Professor and the Guy who Gets Laid to come over as well. My parents have already bought the turkey and the potatoes and charged me with getting the bag to cook the turkey in. I don' t know why Illinois turkeys and potatoes are better than ones down here, but that should make the Professor feel less homesick about the whole enterprise (though, Sheik, if you'd like to come down and surprise her, that would be fun, too). Holidays with my parents are never dull. Either they are painfully painful reminders of why I spent most of high school moping around listening to the Doors, as if Jim Morrison was the height of esoteric knowledge or we have a really good time. Still, even if they are on their best behavior, I'm thinking that the Professor could play a kind of Family Disfunction Scavenger Hunt, crossing off crass behavior as it happens. Anyway, I'm looking forward to having some time off, and, hopefully, some exciting adventures to tell you all about. At the least, I'll get to know first hand if the couch still smells like pee, because the Butcher says that my cousin gets my room and I have to sleep on the couch while he is here. Today, though, is grueling. I've done just about everything I can do and I don't want to start any new projects because I'm about to leave. So, instead, I'm sitting here appearing to be busy. Fortunately, there's no one else at my end of the office to judge how successful or unsuccessful I am.