We left one day late, but we’re in Indiana. The plan was to head down yesterday, but I woke up with what I thought were allergies, but later turned out to be a full-blown sinus infection. I’m doing better today, enough that I could do the 7+ hours of driving while Lisa took care of the little one in the back seat. Tonight, we’re camping in the living room of some of Lisa’s relatives down here. Tomorrow, we’re off for what may be the last visit to her grandmother.

Not much else to say about that, I guess.

In more pleasant news, I got to watch the Twins/Royals game from a suite at the Dome Friday night. Distracted by goings-on in the suite, I was a bit slow to realize Scott Baker was close to throwing a perfect game, and in retrospect wish I hadn’t: Literally 20 seconds after figuring it out, the Royals got a walk, and shortly thereafter the chance at the no-hitter was gone as well. It kind of went like this:

“Oh, holy shit.”

“No, don’t say anything!”

“I didn’t!” As if to preemptively say, “not my fault!”

Walk.

“Fuck.”