Airplanes in the night sky.

Its sunrise on the day of my departure. Sick at the thought of everything I've left undone. This seems barely possible. Blue Flowers Deli (affectionately "Blue") has saved me on many a morning, but I don't even have 5 minutes for greasy goodness.



The next time I write, I'll be at home, in Carolina... God, I'm not asking for a miracle, just a small favor.