Sorry for the emotional overspill last night. I've been trying so hard to keep all that on the down-low, but my emotional reserves were already low and that episode of She-Ra just broke me a little.

Doing okayish today. Really not looking forward to the Greyhound trip tonight—it'll put us at the Atlanta bus station at 11 at night. But I've done the freakin' NYC Port Authority at 2 am, alone, so it's nothing I can't handle.

Peg and I are at the Ebrik Coffee Room, giving each other some much needed space. It's a nice place, with a second floor for the dragon to perch on.

I have developed a massive platonic crush on the head barista, who is radiant with Black Nerd With Dreadlocks Energy and has been *incredibly* kind and cheerful about our touristy bumbling and incoherence this week.

I drove Peg half-crazy with my jokes about how I don't necessarily want to pounce him, I just wanna... drive around the country in a van with him and solve Spooky Coffee Mysteries together, and talk for hours about left-wing politics at 2 am.

I'm worried about our future in NOLA, but I'm really looking forward to getting home. The boost I'll get if we go inside and everything's just fine will probably be worth it all. I can't wait, and dare not hope too much, to get back to a normal-ass work schedule.

Of course, that's not going to happen, because my trip home to Ohio is scheduled for a week from now. And I blew all my time off while fleeing the storm. *sigh* I'll get through it.