(Aina?)

Again tonight, I have the anxiety of the blank page.

It's the cusp of the holiday. I'm taking my family to my mom's (who is, ultimately, to blame for all of our existences, save my wife's). She lives in LaCrosse, a short drive to be sure, but one whose occurrence will sadly conflict with watching my beloved Packers in their big Thanksgiving matchup in Detroit.

I had originally been thinking to write about how technology is ruining my life, but since I'm writing this on my notebook computer while watching TV and switching channels via remote control, it felt a little hypocritical.

I'll be phone-blogging (I hope) for the next couple of days.

Have a happy!