Day 2170 Daybreak
Virginia-bound...easy, fast flight. Funny how the prep and waiting always take longer than the flight itself. I scurried around all morning, as I do: prepping the chickens, the basement cat, dealing with garbage, dishes, laundry, and all the house what-nots that need tending before being away. Sure, Tim will be home holding down the fort, but he’s not known for doing much beyond keeping the animals alive. He opted to stay home, afraid he’d miss a minute of his football game since the flight back is the same night… his loss. My son was waiting at the airport for me, laughing as I walked right past him and the crowd, fully on a mission to get outside, him hustling to catch up. We went to his favorite burger joint for a bite: delicious food, with the bonus that the fries and everything else are cooked in beef tallow, since he doesn’t eat seed oils. A much healthier option, and one I hope more restaurants start picking up on. Once we got back to his place, he surprised me with a present....
