Packing

We just got home from a birthday party at the Red Lion in Silverlake – excellent sausages and really good beer. (And this coming from someone who doesn’t normally drink beer.) Now, it’s time to pack; we’re driving to Wyoming tomorrow for Thanksgiving at my Mom’s house. I’ve already made up little packets of the cat’s meds, so our housemate can feed her while we’re gone. (And she’s clinging to NovySan’s leg, because he’s the one who gives her raw meat with her cat food. This is intentional – since I’m home with her all day, I try to only give her cat food. That way, she doesn’t follow me around whining for ground beef and venison.)