O my esteemed Tallahassee friends and colleagues, I address you!

(As a portent of great fortune and imminent success, I dreamt of driving a large van containing my extended family from Florida up the Eastern Seaboard, up towards New York. When we got to The Bridge To New York, I had trouble controlling the van, at first in minor ways like gently sliding over the lines and almost missing turns, then later manifesting in spinning out while on an enormous ramp, causing luggage to fly everywhere but nobody to be hurt. When this happens in a dream, obviously, you Have To Start Back From Atlanta.)

Hey, I don't know how explicitly I'd mentioned it, but I'm headed to Tallahassee, like... in a few minutes! After breakfast! The Marty and the Yaël are coming with, which is a joy :) I'm still feeling (physically) like crap, though, so my likelihood of busting out a half-marathon tomorrow seems low. But we're still Goin' To Florida :)

See you keeds soon, Floridians.