Gobble Gobble- ick

Another holiday is screaming toward us. With the event of
Thanksgiving, it means the "big one" (not you though Tom)
is just around the corner. For the first time since High School,
I am just not ready. This week despite all of the problems,
for some reason there has been great progress made. While
it's not the thing to say I hate Christmas, I hate Christmas.
All that work, time, effort, money, and headache to get some
crap you don't want, don't like, and some family member's
passive-aggressive behavior generally screwing up the day.

This time last year the lebkuchen was ordered, there was a
list of what was needed at Christmas Market (Saturday, at
the Zion Lutheran Church in B-more), cards done, everything
wrapped. Not this year. With the accident, not having a car,
(see below), work being a nightmare, it hasn't happened. Were
it not for the internet, I'd be dead meat.

Now, the car: The Honda Dealer called me this morning "We
are unable to locate the car you want." Uh, that's not what
you said on Friday when you happily took my money. SO,
I sent them an email with what I am willing to do, and spend
based on what they told me last Friday. The title for the pod
came today, and it's been sent via FedEx over to SBY so they
will write me a check and get it back out. (Please God)

Peter's Step-Father's postmortem has not been done yet,
so the funeral won't be until the first week of December.
Tomorrow we explore further options for him to travel
to LHR or MAN (EGLL or EGCC) - It will be over to the
terminal for us.

Sheherazade is blasting on the stereo. Wonder what the
neighbors think. (as if I care??) Why do I like this piece
of Russian music so? The tension. Throughout the whole
work you know something is getting ready to "go down!"

Okay- off for today.

Abend!