I seem to have just volunteered to host Thanksgiving for my family.
Well. Good for me. I'd better get that kitchen done by then, as well as at least one of the bedrooms, and I should probably have gotten a good running start at the basement as well, since someone's going to have to sleep there if they all show up.
(Mom and Dad will only show if Katy's child is not born yet. That's right around the due date. So it seemed stupid to me for all of us to be planning on Thanksgiving-In-Melrose-Maybe-Without-The House's-Residents-Even-Present. And I'm more centrally located for Ann coming in from Chicago...)
So yes. Deadline. Now I am not only waiting to schedule a mattress delivery, but also have to be ready for Thanksgiving.
If only I could make myself have more energy and want less to sit down and finally fucking write something-- it has been a hellish summer from the standpoint of getting something written. Argh!