Every time there’s a severe weather pattern sweeping the nation I simultaneously feel self-congratulatory for living in San Diego, but also a little left out.
On the news this morning there were 3 different frenzied weather icons attacking Oklahoma, and I was like “Look! That ice thing is rolling back and forth on my home town! Why doesn’t that happen here?!”
It sort of feels like I’m laughing at my friends for being stuck at a stressful party that no one invited me to. :’D

Window seat a good choice:
I saw a pod of dolphins from my window while flying over SF!!!!
I was just thinking how we were flying close enough to the ocean that I could see animals, so I started hoping that I’d catch a glimpse of something and boom!
Dozens of dorsal fins fanning out in waves.

I made a discovery:
It occurred to me today (as I have the feeling it may have before) that the ice cubes that they give you on the plane are cylindrical and seem to have a hole going through the middle that might be there to prevent choking, and immediately upon having this thought I tested my theory by suddenly and accidentally inhaling one.
The good news is that I was right, and spent the next few seconds trying to discretely hack up an ice-tube back into my cup.
One more reason to feel safe on the plane.

Coming down is the hardest part:
I became extremely and inexplicably nauseated each time we landed. Really, it was so bad that I was talking to myself.
The last time I used that much mental focus convincing myself that I felt fine was the “whale watching” adventure, better known to all participants as “the puke ride”. At some point during the descent I tried to casually rummage for a puke bag While convincing myself that I was fine. (it’s totally cool, I’m just gonna get this cause I like bags. Nothing is wrong.) My bag came with uneaten loose cheerios in the bottom. Not sure if this is standard.
I did manage to make it off the plane, and through the car ride home, and so far so good. Success! i’m getting better at this.

It’s good to be home.