Just Breathe

This is the first day that I've had nothing to do, no plans, no obligations, no visitors in weeks. Since before I went to visit my Mom for her birthday last month. I've spent the day in that odd sort of state of mind, the feeling that I need to be moving-it's almost uncomfortable to be so still. I woke up at ten or eleven, dosed on and off until one, and then spent two hours finishing the book I had been reading, and cuddling the cats. It was unbearably indulgent. Watched some movies this afternoon, and talked to my mom briefly about Thanksgiving plans. She's decided we're not going to Massachusetts, that we're going to stay home. (It got far too complicated apparently, with the need for a cat sitter, since her usual sitter, a student, will be gone for the holiday.) So we'll have a football filled holiday at home, Mom and I, and possibly my sister will spend it in the kitchen, cooking, and ducking back into the family room to watch bits of the various football games. I'll make the cheesy potatoes, and the stuffing, and probably some sort of dessert. Mom thinks we ought to buy apple pie. I disagree...it's so much nicer when it's homemade (even if my pie crusts are terrible. I might buy pie crust.) I should try and find some sort of chocolate dessert as well for my sister, although that might just end up being brownies. I'll try and get my sister to make the mashed potatoes (she did fabulous ones last year.)

Mom wants me to brave the stores with her to find a gift for Rachel's new baby...Mom hates shopping, this is going to be even worse than usual.

I'm fidgety again. I might go try and do something else.