I'm flying out tonight, arriving tomorrow, freaking the FUCK out since I have to pay insurance premiums between tomorrow and the 26th.
I will make it work, dammit.
I've given up on the clothes in the bag, am charging everything, and now it's time to collect the meds.
I cannot fuck up here.
I have no idea when I'm leaving. I'm better, but I'm weak as a kitten.
I hope you feel stronger soon.
So, for a family: mom, dad, kid able to drive, how often do you folks go in and out on a weekend? Because I swear my neighbors have bee in and out twenty times today. The minivan has come and gone at least five times now, and I'm thinking about fuel conservation and being efficient about trips. It's not like we're close to shops.
Safe travels, Ginger and ita!
So, my brother has been on the waiting list for Green Bay Packers season tickets for 18 years. He got an update today.
#10002!
Lambeau here we come! Uh, someday.
Does he need to be #10000? Are 10000 and 10001 feeling unaccountably nervous?
Maybe in another 10 years.
Better is good, Ginger. Hope strength follows soon.
Safe travels, travelers.
Cat is sleeping on my right hand, hard to type.