Woke at 3. 4. 5. Gave up.

Yesterday I dumped out my purse and darned a patch on the worst hole by the
zipper. Then I re-packed it sans pocket knife/random receipts/salt
shaker/other non- travel-appropriate stuff. I packed food, diversions (that
book on shirtmaking, a new release from G Willow Wilson, and some ancient
sock knitting), and the traveling version of the stuffed monster friend
that doubles as a bolster pillow to assist my various sleep postures.
Shower, packed toiletries, snack for lunch. Moved the ant-plagued lemon
trees outside. Washed the day’s dishes, wiped down surfaces. Took an
ativan, and then we left for the airport.

Airport was fine; both our bags got flagged for secondary screening because
of ...nuts? Bought a seltzer that turned out not to be twist-off. What the
actual fuck is Breugger’s doing selling 16 ounces of mineral water in an
AIRPORT that requires a bottle opener and cannot be reclosed. Ugh. Flight
was fine, in spite of some grade-2 turbulence heading out, which was
expected on account of the rain. Space Opera is a little manic but good.
Landed a half hour early, picked up the car, touched base with mom on
routes, and met up with them at the hotel. Walked to Trader Joe’s for
dinner supplies. Mom and I hung out while dad and P found a drug store,
then we all ate and talked on the patio. It was nice. I devastated the
tiniest wheel of brie in all the land, with sweet potato corn crackers and
plantain chips. P had a very standard pita with hummus, baba, and tabbouli.
Turned into pumpkins around 9 and went to bed.