starting the day with a delay

I’m on the plane from tampa, headed to baltimore. We’re supposed to land in five minutes but some crack head ran over the fuel line at tampa delaying us thirty-five or forty minutes. Great way to start a long day.

I had three chicken wings, left over from last night, for my breakfast. Al had a canned chicken burrito with hot sauce. I didn’t see kaye eat anything. That woman can talk and talk and talk and...

I think I need to go to the doctor. I hate doctors. Not really them, just the hassle of going. You have to make the appointment, normally at their convenience, not yours. Then you have to go.
This ailment... I love that word... I have isn’t breaking away and it causes me to have a headache every day.

I think it’s a too-mah. Nah. I really don’t but I do have a headache every damn day. I’ve taken enough excedrin, aspirin, tylenol, ibuprofen, and the likes to kill a small animal. Hell, an elephant. And I even hate taking medicine.

the weather is supposed to be cold in dayton tonight. Twenty-five. Snow. Mathew brought no jacket. Oh well. There’s heat in the hotel. I don’t plan on leaving.

Tomorrow is a different story. Eighteen hours in n’awlins. I may go gambling. At least go into the french quarters. Some good, spicy shrimp creole sounds mighty good.

Let me walk through the cabin once or twice. More later.