So, four more days at the mercy of other people's schedules and whatever gods deign to notice us, then we get home and go NOWHERE after four straight weeks of traveling (Alaska, Houston, Virginia, South Carolina). I will cry with relief when we pull up into our driveway that has become so overgrown it could be used as a putting green.
I'm really hungry this morning. What are our chances of breakfast? Not good, muchachos, not good.