Brief report. I awoke to the alarming blare of cell phone ringing obscenely early. I pick it up. An snippy automated voice says: "Hello. Your flight is canceled. Goodbye. Click." Or something like that. At that moment, if you took this:
And placed it in a certain body cavity, the stress at that moment would have baked this in 2.5. seconds:
Folks, it's on. It's moments of happiness like this that I like to sing my favorite song in situations like this.
Kisses from the road.