It’s 5:44 on a Friday evening. I haven’t heard a peep out of my boss about going to Ohio on Monday, so I’m assuming I dodged that bullet. Last I heard from Gavin this afternoon, he hadn’t heard anything about it either, so maybe the bullet missed both of us.

Or maybe they just forgot.

Either way, I’m pretty sure Ohio’s out of my immediate future now. As Chrissie Hynde would say, “A, O, way to go, Ohio.”