This one has been rather boring. Unable to get out of work, (a sacrifice for an airline pilot born the day after New Years) I've been holed up in an Atlanta hotel all day to rest for the most godawful flying there is. Who in their right mind is so desperate to get to Fort Myers, Florida they will have purchased tickets on a flight departing Chicago after midnight?
I did manage to finish a draft on a short story, and eat way too much at a Brazilian steakhouse. Now, sadly, I must fly.
Alas, the flight attendants brought me cake. All is right with the world.