We made it another year!

I’m waiting for my van to be ready. It was supposed to be ready Thursday. Then Friday. Now maybe today? If it’s not, I have to drive a car and deal with motels which is a thing I don’t want to do. Woody hates the car. Loves the van though. I’ve done my taxes. I’ve packed. I’ve got a nice little pile by the door ready to be shoved into the van.

But to ke…