Tuesday morning, I’ll board a series of eastbound airplanes. By the powers of technology, about 20 hours later, I’ll emerge no doubt blinking and bleary eyed in Morocco.
If you think I’m crazy after you browse this post, please don’t inform me of that fact. On the other hand, if you’ve concluded that I’m a huge dork, please feel free to mention this. If I had to call myself something, it would be determined.
