Had a moment of pure terror yesterday morning. I thought I lost my passport. It wasn't in the pocket it was supposed to be in, it wasn't in my pants, it wasn't in the car, it wasn't back at the hotel. Freaking out. Finally found it down the bottom of my bag not where it was supposed to be. I was so stressed for about 30 minutes yesterday morning. Once I found it, things were better.
Got through day 3 of teaching (day 2 for this group) and left around 4:15. Headed back to the hotel. Went to Cracker Barrel for dinner. That was interesting. Talk about down home Americana. Oy. Had the worst chicken and dumplings ever.
Came back to the room, worked on some emails, chatted with B, played some Diablo, went to bed around 10.
Almost done. Almost. Done.
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