Christmas

I'm actually writing this entry mid flight to Houston. There's nothing better for reminiscing than being stuck in a seat for three and a half hours. All is calm, all is bright, save a blonde hair-flipping college athlete sitting one row in front of me, with all of her “like” and “drama” and “totally” chatter to her seat mate. On a different day or trip I'd be irritated that she can't keep her voice below bar level. Today? I'm flying high in all senses, so she's off the hook. Then again, I've only been on the plane for about 30 minutes. And now a baby just started screaming.