[Tax-chick]

You go, Mom! Laissez les bon temps roulez!

[Monkey Face]

Unngh.

It’s 54° and by the time my favorite Kevin shows up it will be 48°. I don’t know what he’s got in the way of a jacket. Probably nothing, if I know him.

I re-set the alarm for 0430 but woke up a little after 0400, again, and even though it was 8:30 when I finally went to bed, I got up. I’m going to go take my shower and see what I can do in the way of packing my suitcase.

I just want this to be over with.

[Monkey Face]

Thanks.

I wasn’t impressed with the food last night, but as usual, I was impressed with Kevin’s sense of humor.

I realized, sometime during our dinner conversation, that over my time here, I’ve begun talking with my hands. What an embarrassing revelation!