How did Thanksgiving get to be next week?

No, really. I want to know!
My mother is coming into town next week. She wants to help me unpack boxes. [Insert imaginary superbeing here] knows that I need the help desperately, but I hope she wants to do fun things, too. Partly because I want to do fun things. Fun things! Give me fun things! Fun things or death!
*ahem*
Also, someday, I will have time again and will finish the stories I have in progress and start new ones. I think they’re both very promising, especially “Grandfather Paradox.” I think the main thing it’s missing right now are specifics and an ending, although I think I know how it’s going to end. It could still surprise me, though. (I hope so!)