Woke up this morning thinking “it seemed like a good idea at the time.” Told Diane she could put that on my tombstone. Heard “Freebird” on the drive down. Said goodbye at the airport and am now waiting for my flight to Toronto. Said bye to Leif last night so he wouldn’t have to wake up at three. I’m a little plagued by guilt but I think it will pass. Feeling lucky to have a family that supports my craziness. Thinking about my dad, who was always getting on a plane to some exotic locale like Addis Ababa, where I’ll be in a few hours. Thinking about my mom and how she held down the fort. What the heck.