Flying Today

I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again

I might go back down to Texas

I might go somewhere that I never been

And get up in the morning and go out at night

And I won't have to go home

Get used to being alone

Change the words to this song

And start singing again

I'm tired of running round

Looking for answers to questions that I already know

I could build me a castle of memories

Just to have somewhere to go

Count the days and the nights that it takes

To get back in the saddle again

Feed the pigeons some clay

Turn the night into day

Start talking again when I know what to say

-Blaze Foley, Clay Pigeons

No real post today because, once P emerges from the master bath, we'll be flying to Texas for Dad's Funeral But Not Really on Sunday. Planning to stop in Carbondale, IL for lunch--the diner on the airport gets great reviews. No Kings protest down in the belly of the beast on Saturday, figuring that will cause an altercation with the MAGA wing of the family after everyone's had a snoot-full.

It's how Dad would've wanted it, family all hurling insults and taking swings at each other. Maybe even law enforcement out in the yard, for old times' sake.

Fair skies and trailing winds.