Glad to be home. The lack of updates has been due to some top secret missions involving my dad and his recently-declassified surprise birthday party entrails.

Settle down, truckers.

It’s His Party And He’ll Cry If He Wants To, Cry If He Wants To: Dad was blown away.

Can’t fight this feeling: It was real good to see Melissa.

Harvester of Sorrow: Real tired of flying. Not down with it. Turbulence= terror. Don’t know what it is. Freaks the fuck out of me. I thought this lady next to me was gonna lose it. I took my cue from the pilots shoptalking ahead of us. They looked calmed. I took comfort in that.

Expect a full report once the post-trip laundry is done and the bills are paid in full.