The day before Thanksgiving and the office is a barren wasteland of silence. If only more days here in these hallowed halls of cubicles were like this.
This morning I opened my email to find yet another email from The Doctor. Next Thursday night is going to be very interesting. Very, as the man is too excited. And in my humble opinion, he simply shouldn't be.
The Southern Gentleman arrives a month from today. A month sounds so distant but it will be here in an instant. I don't know what to expect or anticipate for his trip. But I am not repeating his last trip where my expectations were through-the-roof unrealistic. I am striving to go back to where I was for his first visit last September. That was a good place.
signing out for today.