Putting treats inside plastic eggs is not on my list this year, so I'm heading down to Biloxi to eat some seafood on the beach, have a cocktail or two, watch the sunset and try to get my head straight. My truck is running great but I've got her stripped down this time, not carrying all the road stuff I normally travel with. If shit goes south (or north) I've got a backpack to throw everything into and I can work my way back home. I'm very grateful that I still have my spirit, as depressed as it is, and I have my health. Steph's watching Piper, fuck everything else...