Okay. Owen spent the night due to a long-story's worth of events and all is well and he is a great sleeping buddy, never even moving all night long on the magically comfortable bed and he's still asleep and I need to shower and pack and the people who bought the Airstream are coming at ten and my face looks like a battle zone due to the dermatological crap I'm putting on it and it's almost to the point where small children are going to take one look at me and scream and run, and not just Waylon, either.
But. You know.
I'm feeling cheerful and excited about the little trip with my husband and we're staying at the Gibson Inn and I'll be sending blogettes from the road.
I think that's about it.
I have a LOT more to say but no time. I WILL say that pRick Scott, our governor, is refusing to call a special session to repeal Stand Your Ground but he has offered to make Sunday a day of prayer.
Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.
Happy Friday, y'all.