14,044 Days Alive
997 Miles to Fly from Tampa to Midway Today
9 Hours of Sleep
3 Postcards Written to My Nieces and J
So. I’m barely awake and I have a feeling things are gonna go pear-shaped. Not quite sure how, but things are gonna flub up somewhere.
Maybe I’ll just sneeze into my coffee and spill it. Maybe I’m wrong and nothing will happen. Maybe my flight will get delayed. Maybe I’ll trip over my own feet and face plant. Who knows?!
I’m off to have breakfast with Grandma Gator, Cousin Jay, and Aunt and Uncle Gator at a place called the Recipe Box.
Apparently they have delicious pancakes.
Take your meds, folks!
Postmark Wonderland 