In less than 24 hours, my sister and I will be on a plane to Nashville. I just started packing this morning. I blame my packing procrastination on this fever that has weaved hot fingers through my kids like the black smoke on Lost (did you see that premiere last night?!) They are on the mend-ish and my brain is slowly making the switch from here to there. Now, let’s all pray I don’t fall off the stage or get toilet paper stuck to my heel.