In seven minutes I need to be down the hall and dressed and packed. We're going to Mississippi to see my grandparents. It's going to be, well, it's going to be a trip. It'll be good to see everyone. I like my grandparents, all things considered. And I'm pretty tired from last week and this weekend (the switch from having nothing to do to having everything to do is jarring) so it'll be nice to have nothing to do. Because there is nothing to do in Mississippi.