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Home.

Home, home, sweet, home

...and a very happy cat who won't stop grooming me.

The trip from DC to Atlanta passed quickly, as the guy next to me was a talky guy and was interesting, so we chatted the entire way. Which was good, because it kept my mind off the turbulence - not much, but you have to understand that whenever I fly, I hold the plane in the air through sheer force of will.

I come by the phobia naturally: back in 1985, as some of you may remember, there was a huge crash at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. A Delta plane took off, got caught in wind shear, and crashed just off the end of the runway.

My family and I'd flown out of that airport to Seattle four hours previously. ( Read more... )

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And, naturally, my head hurts due to a combination of stress, dehydration, and sleeping on my neck funny.