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I’m back, although I can think of at least half a dozen other places I’d like to be. I think I need at least a day to reacclimate myself to the idea of work. Imagine what will happen when I’m off for almost two full weeks later this month.

Anyway, Thanksgiving was nice. I left sometime after five o’clock on Wednesday evening and drove to Tannersville, PA, where I spent the night. Traffic and weather were fine, and I probably could have made the rest of the trip pretty easily before midnight, but my parents were expecting my call and it had been a very long day. I was tired, and I had expected to stop, so I did. I had a vanilla Coke for dinner, watched some TV, and went to bed. The next morning, after I checked out and called home, I drove home to New York.

And there was absoultely no traffic. A trip that normally takes three hours (and which I was worried would take up to five, with holiday and parade traffic) took only two. I was home in plenty of time for Thanksgiving, which, as I said, was nice. Good food and family, exactly as advertised.

How was your holiday?

It’s been snowing for about five hours now. I wonder if that will affect my travel plans for tomorrow. I have to admit, there’s a little part of me that wouldn’t exactly mind being snowed in this weekend. Of course, there’s a bigger part of me that would like to skip work altogether tomorrow and drive to New York before noon.

Anyway, a few snowy Pennsylvania photographs that were left on my digital camera from the last time we had weather like this.

If I don’t get a chance to say so tomorrow, have a happy Thanksgiving.

I think the possibility that I might leave work early tomorrow just went and vanished. I feel a little silly stopping somewhere halfway tomorrow night, staying in a motel for an evening, when I’m only driving about three hundred miles. But I’m not too eager to take what could be a six or seven-hour trip (or more, depending on weather and holiday traffic) after an eight-hour day at work, and the only other option is trying the whole thing from the crack of dawn on Thursday morning. What I’d like to do is take at least half of tomorrow off so I can leave around noon and hopefully get to New York sometime around 8. But, like I said, I think the possibility of that happening — of me getting a chance or the courage to ask, “how would you feel about me leaving early today?” — kind of just disappeared. My boss specificially asked, “You will be in tomorrow, right?”