Oh. Joy.

So in less than an hour I'm grabbing my suitcase and heading for my flight to Knoxville, with a short detour to the French bakery. The final decision was that my parents are going to drive up to New York and stay at my grandma's apartment until the roads clear, and then snatch her from the clutch of the Catskills and smuggle her home. Meanwhile, I'm going to be staying with David in Tennessee. This is both simpler and cheaper than getting caregivers for an entire week on a moment's notice and it's the least I can do, but it doesn't make it any less irksome. Also I just hate airports, they stress me out.

So I canceled all my appointments (including the doctor's visit I've been desperately needing, a few hours' more pay from my last freelance job, and picking up that gorgeous chest of drawers for my room) and I'll be down there until Sunday. I wish I could just throw a massive house party but aside my auntie I don't know anyone of note (who stays there during the summer months, I believe at least one temp K-town person on my flist goes to school there but lives elsewhere when school's out) who I'd care to have visit. Open invitation if you do!

Otherwise, I'm looking on the bright side. The lake's there and I've been wanting to swim this summer. It'll be relaxing. And while my face hurts like hell and a half I can at least duck to the CVS clinic and try to get some antibiotics or whatever they do for a sinus infection.

Also our cat is breaking my heart. He keeps coming in to meow at me. I think he knows I'm leaving and wants to come along.