Hmm. Last day at home before I head to Orlando for four days of sun, relaxation, beach time and fruity drinks. No wait. That's not right. I meant to say, four days in Orlando at the convention center with frumpy clothes and sore feet and gritted teeth and the constant reminder to myself WERE YOU NOT GOING TO GET IN SHAPE FOR THIS THE LAST TIME??? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GREAT PROFESSIONAL CLOTHES YOU WERE GOING TO BUY TOO, HUH???

Still, a trip's a trip even if its for work and it really is nice to see people that you don't see very often. Thomas the Wonder Cat has seen the big black box come out that means Mommy Is Going On A Trip and he's already acting weird. Tiny walnut-sized brain and yet 90 percent of it seems dedicated to anxiety over being left alone. Siiiiiigh.