Turbulence

We had a direct flight from La Guardia, and, of course, it left late and we sat on the tarmac for a while. And because I'm slightly neurotic, we got there insanely early.

We rode a roller coaster all the way home. Usually I have to pry my nails out of the armrests, but this time I thought, "I've had cancer twice; I'm not going to die in a fiery plane crash."

Heading home to my puking furballs who suffer from mild separation anxiety. I should slip them some Ativan.
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