Not really, but I couldn’t think of anything else to bellow.
And boy, do I feel like bellowing.
Thanksgiving was, well, meh. The day itself is always grand fun: parade in the morning, madness and insanity while people try to cook midday, and finally the big meal and catatonic conversation in the evening. Lovely. The big drag was that after Thanksgiving Day the only people I saw were my own immediate family and my grandmother.
If it weren’t for my grandmother I’d have hitch-hiked home. She, at least, is something different and entertaining.
All in all, not a bad weekend: went to the Constitution Center again, went to see Titanic stuff at Franklin Institute.
At least I got to sleep in a lot. I needed that.