In the morning I leave for Tallahassee. My dad's brother, Unky B, is turning 70 and both of my second cousins (my dad's cousin's family is also in Tallahassee) have had children of late, and we're to attend the baptism Sunday morning before departing.
It's a mini-family reunion of a family that is not particularly stellar at expanding. My Uncle never had children, so I've no cousins on that side, and Jason and I are also failing to carry on the family name. Much like the Creature from the Black Lagoon, I am a seemingly successful evolutionary dead-end.
Truthfully, I am wiped out. I have no idea how this is going to go. Right now my gameplan is to stay upright until I am released back into my hotel room.
Then Monday I'm back at work, and Tuesday I'm off to Lubbock. I am a little worn out. If I can just make it to Saturday the 17th, I am slated to see SkyFall with a pack of British people led by our own SimonUK. The Austin Brit ex-pat group loves their James Bond.
Get me to SkyFall, and all will be well.
No blogging til I return Sunday night. I'm leaving my computer behind.