To Rochester

Tomorrow morning, way too early, I'm off to Logan for the yearly family visit to Rochester. It's actually not even Rochester itself, but a far-flung suburb 20-minutes from Rochester called Pittsford. My suburbophobia kicks in hard when I'm there, the house in which my angst-ridden teens were spent. They'll have a pretty tree though, and at least this year I will be spared the brutal Chrismas Eve at my brother's quasi-wife's house in the bleakest of all bleak housing tracts in Webster, NY. I won't even go into that; I'm just glad it's not on the agenda. My mother adopted four little kittens earlier this year, and I'll much prefer their company. :-)

One difficult part of these holiday visits is that I will be without Internet access for 5 days, an eternity to me unless I decide to walk the two miles up the road to the strip mall where there's a Kinko's with Internet access -- $24/hour. The ironic thing is, I probably will do it. I have no other choice, since I can't access e-mail from my current cell phone. I can live without LJ but I must have my e-mail.

I had such a funny self-depricating post composed in my head about all the humorous mid-life crisis things I did this past year, but I'm at work and just not able to stay focused while splicing LJ with incoming work. More soon.

No.6 Combo

Mmmmm, leftover Chinese for lunch. Tell me, am I the only person left on earth who still loves egg foo young and other "Chinese" dishes found only in America?