About this time tomorrow morning…. tomorrow morning as in AM…  I will be on a flight headed to Tampa.  Or, at least, sitting on a plan that’s on its way to Tampa.

In a way, this is a good thing.
Although Sunday is supposed to be nice and in the 50s somewhere, it’s dropping into the 30s just a few days after that.
That’ll finish draining the color from the trees and safely provide the entrance of nothing but sweater and coat weather.

I’m kinda like….  nanner nanner nanner!

But.. the whole being taken away from the family thing sucks.   Again.
Since little sister has moved out, the holidays are just going to be mom, Bill, and baby bro.   (It’s unlikely little sis will be able to make it back for the holidays because of work/weather.)

So, yeah, that sucks.
Hardcore.

You know, baby bro compared me to Demeter.   I think he really meant Persephone but said, Demeter.   He’s playing a game that has goddesses as characters so what do I know of the old stories…. except that I studied them for years and years.

But, he’s not far from the mark.
It’s just a little opposite.  It just happens to be getting cold so I’m heading south.   It’s not becoming cold because I’m going south.

That would make Florida the underworld and Jason Hades.
Amusing thought.

Yesterday, I tried to have a little going-away celebration.
I actually bought something from Tropical Smoothie and saw Doctor Sleep.
Unfortunately, the smoothie really wasn’t anything special.   I could barely taste the peaches and Doctor Sleep is mostly meh.

I wanted a good day, not a meh day.
It’s the thought that counts, right?
At least I spent a little money on myself.

So today… today… I forced myself to sleep in late.  Am pretty much all packed and have been lazily keeping up with my class.   After last term, this 102 class makes me feel like I’m super lazy.

For weeks and weeks, I’ve battled even getting out of bed.   I just didn’t want to do it.   The covers would make the typical fort thing and I’d just camp there.  Yeah, I know it’s a sign of depression… of giving up… of just being soul-crushingly tired.

Theoretically, I could have done that today.
I could have hidden and no one would really say a word, but I didn’t it.    Rather, I couldn’t.

I guess I’m maybe a little excited about seeing Jason despite it all.
It’s enough to keep me out of bed and binging on anime all day.

I never really considered myself as a Persophone.  Personally, I self-identified with Athena, the goddess of strategy, wisdom, and courage.

Maybe that was me in my youth.
I guess there are some perks of being the goddess of flowers part of the year and Queen of Hell the rest.

Well, since Mom wants to leave around 2am, I’m supposed to get some rest.   I don’t know how I’m going to do so since I’m feeling pretty wired.  But from what?   Am I enthused about the trip or anxiety-ridden about leaving the family?

Why not both?

There still may be time for some self-loathing binging.

Dunnos.