Feeling punk day

No, not green hair spiked up in a Mohawk, not tongue rings, not black tee-shirts with rude slogans. Half a slice of toast for breakfast and stomach is unsure about _that_.

May have to beg off on lunch with Ms. Kight. I'll meet her at the airport, chat a bit, and send her on her way.

And Barnstead, you'd best hope this clears up in the next day or so, else the Halifax jaunt may be in jeopardy.

Kight flying

For those who track such rare birds (hi, John!), Pat has landed and acquired her rental car and headed off to Rockland. Tired, but apparently undamaged. I gave her the $.25 tour of town, including a photo op of Steve King's place.