It's late Saturday/early Sunday. I am getting laundry done and making sure everything is packed. I am heading to Nashville in the morning. I am leaving Wichita and have to switch planes in Houston. It's so weird how I have to fly almost to the Gulf of Mexico, just to head back to the North to Nashville. Well, I don't make the travel plans and I am not the one having to pay for it, so I am not complaining. My only complaint is that my brother isn't getting to go. I called him all weekend to see if he was going to make it. It's not going to happen. He has to fly to Florida to cover the space shuttle. I was really hoping to see him. It's been a long time. Have a safe trip to Florida, bub.