Tammy is quite sick but well enough that I don’t have to feel guilty about ducking out long enough to help with the move. I’m going to set her up with a bunch of food and drink and then take off.
At some point I’m going to ask her if she can give me the full on rational/emotional description of her HORRIFIC trip back from Palm Springs. Honest to God, if I’d been on the flight with her I’d have clipped the air hag in the face and devil take the hindmost.
