We’re going to Disneyland.
The tickets were purchased before the outbreak, you see. The plans were made *YEARS* ago. We were going to go to Disneyland with the niece and we’d have the job of saying stuff like “okay, you can get an ice cream” and “okay, you can get a balloon” or “okay, you can get a princess tiara” or “nah, you go on the ride, we’ll sit on the bench and hold your tiara, balloon, and ice cream”.
“What happened to my ice cream?”
“Um… it might have melted.”
People keep asking me if I’m excited to be going on vacation and all I’m thinking about is how I’d rather be sitting quietly in the basement with one of my kitties in the comfy chair and not getting poked/prodded by a TSA agent or getting the measles.
Beyond that, yeah, I guess I’m excited. I’m really looking forward to the fireworks show. (Years ago, when I took Maribou to get “It’s a Small World” stuck in her head, the fireworks shows that closed the park down were breathtaking and, if you ask me, worth the price of admission by themselves.) I’m looking forward to seeing the relations. I’m looking forward to going to Disneyland with a little kid. I’ve never done that before.
I suppose one of the best things about being on vacation is how your chores are, by necessity, kicked forward by a handful of days and I’m very, very much looking forward to *THAT*.
So… what’s on your docket?