Airport

We're sitting in the Fort Lauderdale airport, waiting for our flight to D.C. My back has been getting better & worse & better & worse. Right now it's worse. I'm happy with that! As long as it didn't continue to go downhill, I'm perfectly satisfied and happy to go on to D.C.

Florida was juuuust fine. We ate & ate. Eric's family plans their next meal while eating the food in front of them.

His father is quite frail -- collapses often -- and sleeps much of the day. He has end stage renal failure, diabetes, heart disease...

Ninety-one year old grandma (Nana, in this family) is still a hoot. Still talking about politics and popular culture. She's always been the second coolest member of the family, second to Eric (of course).

Power's fading... must run...