Last show of the year
2am. I’m surrounded by boxes and kits and suitcases. And potato chips, or what’s left of them anyway. Winston on my lap because he’s trying to keep me from leaving again. I have some more packing to do, and I need to get some orders ready for shipping, but honestly I’m not sure I have the energy in me right now to finish up. I think a short night’s sleep is in order and I’ll get the remaining tasks done before I have to leave for the airport at 9:15. At least I was smart enough to NOT schedule a 6am flight like I often do.