Today started at 4 am. Day two of less than two hours of sleep.
Despite my nightmares of missing one of my two flights, loosing luggage, crashing, etc... I managed to get to the Keystone state with all ten fingers and toes... plus my bags.
I sat next to a guy on my first flight who carried on his '66 fender, and who's band just finished playing SXSW. He was very interesting... I didn't have to ask if he went to UNT; he had the kooky musician/filmmaker/writer thing going really well.
I guess all this head cold stuff hasn't quite left my ears, because oh.my.word. I thought they were going to burst. Ireally am not the biggest fan of flying.
This little town is pretty adorable. It's definetly New England; it's like little London. Tons of little, flat-like buildings. Everything is built up, not out, and everyone walks everywhere. All the buildings are ancient, and this is a town built on hills and through the LeHigh Valley.
I haven't had much of an opportunity to listen to much music, except a smidge of radio; enough to hear that Coldplay is releasing a fourth album, and that Maroon 5 is touring with Counting Crows this summer (BLAH).
I have about 7 hours on the road tomorrow, and only about 53 sermons to choose from. Should be fun. :)