June 1st, 2010


Home never felt so good

It is always good to go see my family (for three days and not a second more) but it is always better to come home to my bed, my kitties and my routine.

As I get older, I have a harder time flying. For the first time in my life (that I can remember), I got sick on a plane; the last return flight, about an hour outside the airport when we dropped about 10,000 feet.

Did you know that the stews won't touch a sick bag? Nope. It is considered bio-hazardous material. They had Jeff toss the bag in the lavatory trash inside another garbage bag.

Who knew? Interesting facts that you wouldn't ever know unless you observed or experienced them firsthand.

In any case, I'm home and more thoughts are forthcoming.