Music for packing
Tomorrow night I’ll touch down in Ohio and I could not be more pleased. Jon likened my demeanor to a child on Christmas Eve, and that’s probably a fair comparison. It’s been many moons since I touched midwestern soil, and this corn-fed Ohio girl is going to adhere to all stereotypes of a good American, drink good beer and laugh and dance with my friends, kiss my loved ones, and be blissfully happy for 12 days. Thank you providence. Thank you credit card.