well, getting ready to plan my pilgrimage northwards… spoke to the parental unit last night who’s thrilled that I’m coming to visit and of course reminded me that my grandmother, who is 85, isn’t feeling good, so…
was thinking of one week; gonna stretch it to two to spend quality time with mother, sister and grandmother – and drink like a fricking fish to deal with the first and last, natch.
the Wookie would rather me go for one week and will be missing me ‘orribly, but I’m sure he’ll survive. The cats, on the other hand, will be intolerably sucky to him and to me when I return.
off to research plane tickets.