Mom and dad have beat feet from Florida thanks to Hurricane Irma suddenly taking a detour and aiming right for them. Earlier this morning, I got a call that they were making for Georgia, which was now forecast for relatively mild effects. Fortunately, the roads were pretty empty, so they were expecting to get to their destination in short order with minimal hassle. I told them to call me when they get to Georgia.
Mom and dad just called. They sounded exhausted. No humor in their voices. They ran off all the perts and asked me if there was anything else I needed to know.
I asked, Are you near Pinewood Studios? Can you get me Chris Pratt's autograph?
Long beat, then a laugh. "Yeah, you always know the perfect thing to say, don't you?"
They're going to take a nap and then get some food. I'll be talking with them later tonight. And when I answer the phone, I'm just going to go, "DANGER ZONE!"