Packing it up here in the hotel to light out for the airport, climb aboard my starship and be headed for the skies. Woke up dreaming I’d been discussing the poor build quality of contemporary steak knives with Cindy McCain. The last line of dream-dialog was hanging in my head: “I prefer to sheathe my weapons in the bodies of my enemies.”
The reader is free to draw their own conclusions regarding the Weltanschauung of my subconscious this morning.
Y’all play nice while I’m gone.