Greetings those of you in the past. I write to inform you that 5:08 will be no worse than 4:08 and will possibly be better.
I know you all appreciate the things I do for you, like traveling to the future to let you know that, at least for another hour, everything will be okay.
Here in the future, otherwise known as Jacksonville, Florida, we’re going on a cruise here in an hour or so.
Mack asked that I bring him back a little somthin’ somethin’. Among my peers, this means some smooches. I’ve had a difficult time overpowering anyone, so I don’t think that’s going to happen.
On the flight down here, I sat next to someone who was working on her third valium and at least her second drink of the day. As you can imagine, she slept most of the flight.
I got a fair way into The Preservationist, which I am liking the hell right out of.
I saw the ocean out my airplane window. I felt like the world is such a beautiful place and I am so small in it.