Up at 4am to catch our flight. (4am is usually closer to bedtime for Cach.) Flight had worst turbulance I've ever experienced.

Beeki fell asleep and slobbered a pool into her hand and then for some reason felt the need to show me.

Met with folks about a prospective job for Beeki. (Omitted the "slobbered in her hand" story.) It went very well.

Saw a hockey shop. I celebrated. The following conversation ensued:

Cach: Yaaaay! A hockey store!
Beeki: They have hockey here?
Cach: Yeah, the Predators play here.
Beeki: Oh, no! They named their team after child molestors?!

Then we saw a play and are now crashed out at the residence of The Chaotic Hammer. He and his wife are wicked cool and way generous to share their place with us.

More later.