Sweet relief. I am NOT good at keeping secrets and even worse at not talking. That stream-of-consciousness thing I do is sort of a compulsion, so I guess this could count as therapy.
New destination-appropriate outfits are ready...
Bags are packed (the butterfly one is Bill's)...
Now I just need to make it to tomorrow morning.
It is not quite what I anticipated...but their reaction got better as the morning went on. Michael was very concerned about what kind of fuel the plane runs on (?!).
