Actually I'm not all THAT excited about driving to Florida again, but such is what I am doing next week. Visiting Dad, who has been kvetching at me about waiting to come down for so long.
Oy, and indeed - vey.
I love seeing Dad - I am not so loving all the driving anymore. I'm old. But TSA is still being stupid about things like shoes and nail clippers and bottles of Terrahist Shampoo - so I'm gonna drive.
As long as the weather holds up, I'll be fine. Tired, but fine.