Early to Bed...

May God bless the kind of friends who will send you homemade caramel corn in the mail, pretty much unannounced, for no reason whatsoever. Big and Mrs. Red, you guys are the kind of friends that poets and novelists write about.

I drew the short straw at work, so I'm going to bed pornographically early, and getting up obscenely early. The Fly Report tomorrow will be in the afternoon, and will probably directly precede me passing out from exhaustion.

G'night, folks.