So, I'm driving home to Wisconsin for Christmas. I knew I was going to do it at some point, today, tomorrow, whatever. My little sister has made me feel sufficiently guilty that I am packing the car and I am going to drive through the night to get there by suppertime tomorrow (when I will probably finish my Yuletide pinch hit in a daze - that seems to work out well for me).
soleta is flying in on Christmas and we are driving back sometime on the 26th/27th depending if we can get anyone to stop in to check on the kittens (her mom is the most likely candidate at the moment). More guilt trip from the sis on leaving early, which, arg. Whatever.
So, I'll be getting on the road around midnight, armed with Susan Cooper, Jim Butcher, and Terry Pratchett, and maybe one CD of music. Oh, and a six pack of Diet Dr. Pepper. Wish me luck. <3