Nebraska

Wisconsin, to Minnesota, to Iowa, finally Nebraska.

I am in Lincoln. Apparently that was going to be my name if I had turned out to be a boy, so says my momma.

I chatted a little, snoozed a lot, and Rufus Wainwright was my music of choice. Had some potato soup at Applebee's for lunch. Talked to my sis to cook up a pre-baby visit.

Talked to dad the lounge lizard while he sipped a Guinness and listened to some live piano. He was celebrating for the both of us I suppose...I am still feeling slightly puny. Nothings serious, just tired.

Feeling a little blue. I will shake it soon I am sure.

Day off tomorrow.

XO.