I better skip the coffee today.

I have a love/hate relationship with travel.

I'm a pretty well adjusted person. I think I am, anyway. But I get so neurotic when my loved ones travel.

When Kevin's daughter Melina went to Hawaii I worried she was going to be eaten by a shark. When she went to the Grand Canyon I was afraid she might fall in. I've had to tell myself at least 3 times that Kevin's sister Nicole isn't going to be eaten by a lion in Africa this January. We won't even talk about what I went through when Vann went away to college. And he's still in the state.

Now Jack is going to a conference out of town and I'm worried the bus is going to roll over. I know the chances of anything like I imagine happening are slim to none. But I still have to talk myself out of the worry. I'll laugh this off in an hour when I realize Jack's bus is not going to roll over.

It's gonna be a long morning.