We made it to Houston, and today went well, but let’s get down to brass tacks. Running around in a Santa suit from plane to plane is a sweaty business.

I feel like a high school wrestler who’s trying to “make weight.” Also, on the last flight of the night I sat in the front row on Southwest and there was no tray table. Not even one that folded out of the arm rest or anything. On top of that, these bags are heavy.

I mean, they would be heavy even for someone who wasn’t surprisingly weak such as myself. Oh, and there’s a party going on in the room next to me …