Breakfast beers at LGA. Megan and I have learned zero lessons from the last time we did this and nearly missed our flight because Megan knocked over a display of pop chips running to our gate.
So it turns out that what I’ve felt deathly ill with for the past week is a sinus infection, probably aggravated by helping clean out mildewed trunks of ante- and postbellum memories from my Grandmother’s basement last weekend. This mostly makes me angry because it’s prohibited me from writing about the Trapper Keeper folders I found at a flea market in Richland County last Sunday that are the exact Trapper Keeper folders I had in middle school (inspiring a slew of important and as of yet untranscribed thoughts), and because it has delayed me in making a road trip mix for the Masek sisters, who are on their way for a visit. Also, the fact that I’m on antibiotics means I won’t be able to enjoy a beer with them. Which okay maybe we’ll ignore doctor’s orders just this once.
