To continue my NaBloWriMo theme of posting from weird places (if only I could have gotten the wireless to work in the San Diego airport), this message is coming to you from the passenger seat of T's car. We're driving down Interstate 80, just past Richmond and almost to the Carquinez Bridge, on our way to Thanksgiving dinner in Sacramento. Dinner isn't until 3pm, but T has this idea that we might miss traffic by leaving this early. We'll see; we just hit our first backup on the bridge itself.
Since the reason I have this laptop out is to check traffic on the fly, I should probably get back to that. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it!