Ready to fly. . .

Fortified with a hearty breakfast, our champions are back at work.
When they finish the tile, they'll begin a wood floor upstairs.

We're packing a tiny bag, leaving last minute instructions and preparing for a drive to LAX. There are clouds in the sky and some loose comments about something called rain. We hope not. A few sprinkles can bring traffic to a standstill as inexperienced drivers cope with windshield wipers and irrational fears.
If all goes well, should be home before midnight, if the Spirit Airlines is willing.
We are pleased with our two week vacation here, got more done than we expected. Still plenty to do. For that we've got digital communications and a local general who has proven to be quite reliable.
We're proud to re-enter Minnesota air space; our contacts tell us that the Gophers AND the Vikings won over the weekend. With no cable tv or newspapers, little else is known of the pertinent details in these parts.

Carry on, Russ. You're 40 now. He got a set of golf clubs for his birthday yesterday. We'll talk later.