Red eye

I wish you'd learn to slow down
You might get there in the end
Don't think the accelerator pedal
Is a man's best friend
You don't have to break the speed limit
You don't have to break your neck
Another dead boy-racer
Cut out from the wreck

Jessica will prep my room and let them know I might be late. I get to Staples by 7, but they don’t open till 8. I get the workbooks and arrive at class a few minutes before 8:30.

The day goes reasonably well for a new course and an unknown cohort. And then it’s over and I’m absorbed by rush hour Friday traffic. Wawa for fuel, Alamo, TSO Pre Check, Admirals Lounge, deflate. Under an hour till boarding the overnight flight to Glasgow.