Or, we could just not go at all.

No luck in scheduling the funeral on Saturday; the wake is on Thursday and the funeral is on Friday. So no trip south for us. Which kind of bites. And, with the wake from 4-7 on Thursday, not so much with the Thanksgiving dinner, either. Which also kind of bites. In fact, let's just say it: this whole death thing pretty much bites any way you cut it. Sigh. But at least Mr. Squab and I got to see Harry Potter this afternoon. And, um ... now I have time to do some laundry. So there's that, which is nice.

Maybe Christmas will be better.