We’re off in, oh, fuck, 7 hours? Wish me luck. I have one suitcase to check, gatechecking the stroller and carseat, carrying on a backpack and Ingrid. I was hoping that because both flights were operated by Comair, that I wouldn’t need to switch terminals, but nope, hafta use the bus. Which then means that I’ll be the one with Ingrid in the wrap on the front of me, pushing a stroller with a carseat in it, with a backpack either on me or the stroller. Hooo doggy. And then I have to do all that PLUS a suitcase to the rental car. Um, yeah. Either way, tomorrow at this time I’ll be hanging out with Kate. Yay!

Oh, right, and getting ready for some “work” thing.

(Yeah, one of the big attractions near our suburban conference center and hotel is the NASCAR museum. And a museum for fine china. Quite a juxtaposition.)