I called home today to talk about the new kitten. Katie said she had a dream where I married Nick and only a few people showed up. We're going to North Carolina for Thanksgiving (finally!), and we're staying home for Christmas, but a couple days afterwards, we're going to Massachusetts (Em, we MUSTMUSTMUST get together, I don't care if I have to hijack my uncle's car). And Pop Pop has prostate cancer. Weeeee.
I started eating one of my pomegranates today. Such an interesting flavor. But if you eat too much of it, you start getting little mouth sores. 'Tis to be enjoyed in moderation.
And I'm worried about someone, but I don't want to talk about it here.