366 Flashes of Awesome - Day 1

Without inspiration, we would perish.
● Walt Disney

We have returned! Amidst a blaze of glory. Or something.

The internet consistently told me to go bleep myself this morning. Both of Remy’s back tires have stubbornly refused to maintain proper inflation for any considerable period. The QuickBooks file for one of my companies elected not to backup onto a zip drive. Almost every single employee reported some variant of crisis for the four hours I worked this morning. We careened out the door purportedly late to encounter a vacant security checkpoint and ninety minutes of blank space prior to departure. On the plane, I wound up in front of an egregiously sonorous yapper saddled with an extraordinarily heinous Wisconsin accent, and across the aisle from a Jewish woman who seemed bent on emitting vociferous complaints about this, that and the other thing nobody else cared about, both of whom scarcely paused for breath amidst the monologues to which their hapless seatmates were subjected (“It’s like your worst nightmare!” Dad noted, busting into laughter at random intervals.) After all that, I half expected the plane to deposit us unceremoniously in the backwoods of Tennessee. But, we have arrived. And I can express naught except gratitude.

My goodness. At 10pm, it remains a balmy 67, poised for record-high temperatures in the 80s tomorrow. Life, I love thee.