Having a problem deciding on a plot for next week's NaNoWriMo. Thought I had it for a moment then it seemed to slip away and turn into another idea that doesn't seem that interesting.. Rain is coming.. Family took my final belongings out of West Allis this weekend.. I'm at a loss of words for trying to thank them for their efforts. Things seem to be normal here, always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.. Maybe if I had a child of my own I'd be a better man to Cara.. I just don't know sometimes. The exhaustion, the misdirected queues, all so very confusing. Just hope for a good rest.