  Ive arrived safely after a mostly uneventful couple of flights. The first leg to Atlanta was a bit bumpy and inspired the weirdo next to me to clutch his crucifix close to his body several times.
I was fine once I made my way to the loo to empty the contents of my stomach. Im not always travel-sick, but something about this flight made me queasy. Ive yet to venture further than the upstairs of the house, so Ive little to report aside from the shock of seeing Amys knee in traction. Or rather, strapped to a machine that keeps it moving very slowly 24-hours a day. Its been nice being able to offer my help.
Her father is getting his knee replaced on Monday, so the more I can help out, the better. Susies going to have her hands full with two invalids in the house. BJ isnt feeling up to seeing us today, so Ive the afternoon yet to prep some more questions and to talk it over with Amy as to how I should approach the Q & A sessions. More as it happens. 
