sad Thanksgiving

I just picked up my voice-mail to learn that Dad isn't visiting for Thanksgiving. He's been having issues with driving that far for years now but had thought he could make it. I'd tried to not get my hopes up but when he'd picked a hotel I'd thought he'd really be visiting. Originally I was going to visit him but work won't let me out until 1 PM on Wednesday and then I'd have an 8 hour drive, not counting holiday traffic, and I also have class at 6 PM on Monday. When I told him that is when he'd decided to visit me.

I'm still having Thanksgiving over at my friend Donna's house and we're hoping Anne will be able to leave ManorCare and join us. But I'm sad now.