Too excited. Can't sleep.

Or maybe: Sleep pattern too messed up. Can't sleep.

Either way, I'm awake at 4 a.m.

I survived yesterday/Sunday's flights and am ready to backtrack 3 1/2 hours today. I must be insane. But, oh, how I love the land of Taco Johns, Younkers and broasted chicken. (Brad's cousin was mocking the latter last night, which reminded me that it's a homeland fav that doesn't receive enough attention.) And there's something else that I love about the homeland. What is it again? Hmmmmm ... oh yeah, the Big Guy and the madre. I know it's only been about a month since I last left them, but I'm really excited to see them again.