Franklinsanity

9:06 PM.  Something like fifteen hours to launch:  two adults (ok, maybe not adults), two kids under eight, and two dogs in a mid-sized VW Tiguan, planning a transcontinental drive across the U.S. of A.  Wife has food poisoning.  Good thing she’s the driver.

But at least the kids are packed and asleep.  For now.

The dogs have gas.  I’m not worried.  Really.