I made it back to Philly safely. I am beat and heading to bed. Before I do, though, a quick story with a photo.
I was just in my mom's downstairs bathroom. The toilet paper roll was empty, so I looked under the sink for another. Instead, I found this:
Now, I know I'm probably a little jet lagged, but I swear he said to me, "28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes, 12 seconds. That is when the world will end, Donnie."
G'night. :^)