Nocturnal waiting-on-the-laundry blogging

Phlowers that will, hopefully, still be alive when I get home.

When my clothes are finally done drying, I'll be able to throw them into my suitcase and throw myself into my bed and get maybe one REM cycle before I get up and get going.

I can sleep on the plane, once I quiet the roar of fear in my head.

It's going to be fun!