This is also shaping up to be an exceptionally boring week. However, this one will be significantly shorter, since Thursday is Thanksgiving and, therefore, a long weekend spent at home in New York. Which, the more I think about it, is both good and bad. As I told my sister, I like being home, but I’m starting to hate getting home. At best, it’s a five-hour trip of sheer boredom punctuated by the real fear of getting lost somewhere in New Jersey or Manhatten. At worst — and this weekend might be the worst — it’s also holiday traffic, bad weather, and unfamiliar roads in the dark. Right now, the plan (suggested by my father) is to leave Wednesday evening after work and drive three or four hours to the Poconos. Then I’ll stop at a motel and finish driving the next morning. Ideally, I would have taken Wednesday off from work, but that would have required asking for two days — we only get Thanksgiving — and that’s sometimes more trouble than it’s worth, even with all the vacation time I still have coming to me.
I don’t know. I’m just tired of driving back and forth to New York, that’s all. I’m going to be doing it again around Christmas in just over three weeks.