Work is sending me to a conference next week.
Normally, I would be all over something like this, but I really don't want to go.
It's been getting colder and darker earlier. For other people, this means it's the perfect time to go off to a Mediterranean island, but it makes me really want to just hunker down and ensconce myself at home. I want to wrap myself up in the furry blanket The Limey's grandmother gave us and drink hot chocolate. I don't want to have to do the work of travelling.
Well, it doesn't matter, I guess, 'cause I'm going.
(Got that passport just in time, no?)