I have planned for months to head to Texas for the holidays. I was scheduled to leave this past Monday.
After a phone call from my daughter in Texas with information on a change in their plans, I delayed my trip and intended to leave this morning. Obviously I didn't!
I got a nasty cold on Monday or something and I'm hangin'on by a thread. One must be psyched up to make that drive from here to there. I'm not psyched - not one bit.
So, the decision was made yesterday evening to unpack the car, unpack the suitcases and stay put.
It's like the Universe is conspiring for me not to go to Texas. I'm listening, just waiting to hear why I wasn't supposed to go.
The enjoyable part of this demise was that my son, John, and I went out for Thanksgiving dinner. We were grateful that we could get dinner reservations at the last minute.
Delicious it was. We enjoyed talking and visiting with lots of people we knew at this little private home that serves food on Sunday and holidays.
It was a good thing!
Hope your Thanksgiving was all that you hoped it would be.