I will cross that bridge when I come to it..

This bridge - to be exact.

Yes, I suddenly felt the need to say hello to an old friend - Mr. Panic Attack - right over this bridge.

7.5 miles to be exact. No worries, I surived. (Many thanks to my sis for the post traumatic stress counseling after my experience.

On a more positive note - Pensacola was a wonderful trip. My contact there was truly a wonderful person to work with - my media partners were delightful, in all honesty - I like Pensacola.

I wish I could write more - but I am a little tired. More later... or more tomorrow.