Biscuit from Popeye’s. Coffee from Seattle’s Best. Let each be their best.
I caught up with Yung while walking the length of Atlanta’s C Concourse. Apparently our daughter woke up at 5:15, came out into the living room, and wondered where I was. Yung walked her back to bed and got her back to sleep.
I’m sitting in a patch of sunlight not far from my gate but my flight isn’t for another THREE HOURS.