

It’s Saturday morning.
I’m back in the US.
There’s nothing to do.
In typical Pittman fashion…everyone is quietly reading a book or newspaper. I’ve spent first part of the morning sending emails and chasing leads for my Scotland trip. IronT is off to art school Saturday class.
I’m kinda trapped at the apartment until the luggage guy from the airport shows up sometime today. I checked an empty guitar case on my way from the UK so that I can pick up my trusty old guitar while I’m in Charleston and bring it back to England with me. Of course, the guitar case stayed in Newark as I boarded the plane to DC. The courier is supposed to bring it by anytime now.
My parents are going through the fridge and deciding how much is missing or expired so they can make a run to the grocery store in a minute. I keep getting consulted on what I’ve been missing while I’ve been away so they can buy it. My mind is a blank. What can’t I get in the UK?
Maybe I’ll just get another cup of coffee while I think about it….
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