We’re flying out to Chicago for Thanksgiving to visit Andy’s parents. I’m much more excited for the trip since they decided to come to Chicago to celebrate at Andy’s sister’s house. I know this doesn’t have the same happy impact on those of you reading this that haven’t had the experience of hanging out with Andy’s family in Green Bay. I didn’t mean for that last sentence sound like Green Bay for Thanksgiving is a horrible experience, which it really wasn’t. Any event that creates stories that are repeated for a lifetime can’t be that bad.

My mom wants to spend the winter in San Diego and was planning on driving there herself. She’s 70. A young 70, I’ll give her that, but I didn’t want her driving across country all alone. Also, I didn’t really want to spend all that time trapped in a car with her. I love the lady but…you know. So we volunteered to transport the car and she volunteered to pay for the gas. A perfect match. She’s flying to Vegas for Christmas and then heading out to San Diego.

So far I have us flying into Chicago and then driving to> Indianapolis> Nashville> Memphis> Kansas City> Oklahoma City> Albuquerque> Farmington> Flagstaff> (or St. Geroge)> Las Vegas> (then if we’re not too worn out, San Diego and Ensenada MX)

We haven’t been doing much. I haven’t been writing much. You can thank me for sparing your life since it would probably kill you to repeatedly read, “Surfed the internet. Rode to Taco Bell with Andy. Watched Andy tpye on his computer and research. Surfed the internet more. Watched some downloaded media on the computer. Went to bed.” Repeat that every day since the last entry and the few people that actually bother reading this would disappear.

I thought it was better to stay quiet. You might think I was more mysterious that way.