My phone chimed. Text.

Where are u?

"I'm all checked in."

What room?

"314, okay? Stop worrying! See you tomorrow."

I took a shower to wash the road trip grime from me. 12 hours of driving was exhausting. No longer smelling like french fries, I fl…

It's one of those mornings--an anything-is-better-than-pretending-to-sleep-while-I-actually-just-worry sort of morning.

It's the third morning of its kind this week. I'll be into work two hours early. Again.

I've flipped through the radio stations, a…