I'm going on vacation. Work will think I'm ill. It's a good thing. What's more American than abusing the system? Really it makes me feel patriotic.

I'm getting up at the ass crack of dawn and going out to Colorado with my dad and brother. Pretty excited about it. I'm going to see a cousin that I haven't seen in a long time. We were always really close as kids, and I still feel a certain kindredness to her, especially since both of our marriages fell apart around the same the time.

It'sabout a 10 hour drive, and dad wants to be out of here by 6:30. It's a little bit inconvenient as I am used to staying up until about 3:30... Eh, I'll be selfish and sleep in the car. The Monk needs to practice driving. I decided.

A few lovely days in the mountains, but without my puppies... They'll live, and so will I. Jordan Promised to care for them. But I'm yawning and grumpy, so I should probably hit the hay.