Well...

I dropped Dave off this morning at the lovely hour of 4:30 in the blessed A.M. Lovely, right?

Anyway, the hour isn't important. What's important is that last I knew Dave was safely in Denver at about 7:30. He was leaving Denver at about 8:30 and then he had 2 more hours on the plane to Kansas City. He hasn't called yet, but I think I told him to call when he got to where he was going (i.e. hotel).

He didn't sleep but maybe an hour last night, so he's pretty tired. And I think his nerves were getting to him this morning. Between that and the sleep, he was feeling very sick to his stomach, and was wondering if the egg muffin with salsa he ate was going to stay with him.

Poor guy. I wish there was anything I could do to help him feel better. But there isn't. Until he finds out the answer, he's gonna be miserable.

I'll let you know when I know.