I am in the Atlanta Airport and it’s 11:19 AM my time. Waking up this morning was awful. Last night, early this morning, I spent an hour sifting through boxes to find my alarm clock. I have a house of boxes and now it’s time to travel across the country.

It’s good to be in Atlanta. I am sitting at Seattle’s Best Coffee at terminal B. I’ve had such great memories of this airport. It’s a funny time of year, where airline pilots wear antlers and coffee baristas sport Santa’s hats.

Matt M. and I had a great talk last night on our ride home. You know it was one of those conversations where two passionate people talk about nothing and everything. It’s funny because we could’ve been mid-sentence then start talking about the car that passed us.

The Oertles had a Hollywood Bunko party last night. Bunko is a dice-rolling game with groups of four rotating through tables as they win. Everyone had to come dressed up straight from Hollywood. Dozens of people were decked out head-to-toe with glam and bling bling. Matt Oertle (6) was dressed up as Matt Smith. Nicole was dressed up as Matt Maher. It was really funny.; There were so many good kids there…kids that I want to see become adults and make the world a better place. I can’t imagine what it was like for John and Rhonda Oertle to go to bed last night, knowing so much hope and laughter passed through their home in just one night.;;

Oops…I’ve been here to long. Time to catch a flight.