Yawwwwwwwn

I'm in Charlotte, NC, waiting for my connection to JFK. So. Sleepy. Talked with Avocado briefly when she got to NYC last night.

Me: How are you?"

A: Fine!

Me: No, I mean, you were sick yesterday.

A: Oh, yeah. Well, I'm feeling better now.

Me (thinking of the masks, the germicidal wipes, the hand sanitizer and Advil and Zinc lozenges in my bag). Well, that's good. But the first couple of days we're together I want you to rest. Then, if you're really feeling better, we can have a few small, inexpensive adventures.

A (thinking of the things she didn't get to do two weeks ago because you can only squeeze so many adventures into a three day period): Cool! I'll make a list.

Well, I've got enough DVDs in my bag to get us through a couple of days, and then we'll see. I could use some real, not-on-an-airplane sleep, myself.

Many Spiffy Returns

To klages, who is this-many-fingers old today. I send a glass of virtual Macallan 18 to your (virtual) table.