I’m in Phenix City, AL today, trying to do some work in a hotel. I drove in last night to see my pal Emma, but since it’s a football weekend, I’m staying the next city over. We had a nice dinner (certain to start rumors with the restaurant staff, who are used to seeing her there with Will) and then Big Whit came to join us for drinks. There was a hilariously bad lounge singer, a woman who had to be at least 65, with a voice that was a cross between Chloris Leachman and Louis Armstrong.

I had planned to do some work today, but I think first I’ll watch the Carolina/Miami football game. I don’t care one iota about football, but I’m on vacation. I figure I’ll catch up with Emma around dinner time, but since I’m currently in eastern time and she’s in central, I have a little extra time. I get a kick out of that. We’re in the same county, but different time zones.