rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

will Thursday go swimmingly?

it is the end of my Wednesday, early Thursday morning. 
a quick rundown of the situation: Grandma’s digging out her coin box underneath the dresser next to me. I just ate a ham sandwich. and it’s fucking freezing outside tonight. Orthodox xmas has come and gone, but I’ll get on that at some other time. because there’s movement in the trees: charlie’s testing the perimeter.
tomorrow is shaping up to be the kind of day I actively try to avoid when on ‘vacation.’ my brother, Va and kid are due at the airport by 10:30 am, and my sister needs to be moved down to school in Bloomington.
mom insists on going to Bloomington, even though it will require heavy lifting, seven hours in a truck, and a long day before she goes to sleep and then to work early Friday morning. but she doesn’t seem to care, and no one is listening to me, so now instead of me getting back around 8 or 9 pm and seeing friends, I’m not going to see them at all tomorrow evening. I’ll be driving all the fuck over the place. first into Chicago and back without turning off the car, and then four hours south to the university. and when I get back here, if I’m lucky and not ready to pass out, I’ll be able to start the pair of editing files I got in my email ten minutes ago. 

I am holding out hope that someone listens to goddamn reason and I end up just driving to Bloomington tomorrow. maybe Thursday will go swimmingly, but I doubt that will happen. the core of my family is here, and after five days mass psychosis is setting in. don’t worry; I will update everyone soon,  so hold on to your shit. 

…
yes

Thursday was great.