Sunny Florida

I'm in Florida. What What What? "How did that happen?," you say. Well, the plan was to go to Mississippi for my niece's high school graduation, then blast out of there this morning back home to Texas. Well, the airline decided not to cooperate with my fabulous plans. Actually, it's not so much the airline as all the inexplicably flying around on the airline on a weekday people who are sitting in seats that ought to be reserved for my lazy butt. Why are all you folks in the cities I want to get out of?!? So, not being able to get on any of the flights I wanted to get on, I went with my sister to Florida, where I am now tippity typing away, needing a coffee & some breakfast (she's not a big cook and is on a grocery shopping strike and a cleaning strike too.....). She does, however, have the generosity to loan me her car to go GET said coffee and breakfast but I am apparently on a "I'm too damn lazy to move" strike.

So. It's a quandary. A quagmire, shall we say.

I predict being home maybe tomorrow. Andrew wants me home, and I really have stuff to do, but there is the beach. "That is an existential dilemma," you say? Yes. Yes it is.