So I finally woke up from a nap on the plane with peanut packages laying over my eyes and what was probably a warm towel, once upon a time, stuck in my mouth. I must've been snoring again. The trip went better than I expected. At least he's still talking to me. That's what matters. And I got to be there. It really makes me regret not giving him the ( Read more... )

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