They fly so high, nearly reach the sky... in 10 1/2 hours I will be boarding a flight to Austin, where we should be touching down shortly before 2 PM. We're renting a car, and will make our way to Amy's and settle for a minute, then we can start making plans.
Unless, of course, the plane crashes in a fiery ball of doom, at which point I will have to ride a flock of birds (whatever type is available, depending on location, I suppose) to the safety of solid ground, and then rustle a horse/lama/donkey/bear to carry me the rest of the way. If this happens, I'll try to call with an updated itinerary.
Peace, love, and chickens. Out.
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