I'm Currently Drink on an Airplane

First of all, after a full day of riding in cars and on trains we are finally on an airplane that will (hopefully) deliver us safely from O'Hare to San José.

And secondly, as I walked aboard this aircraft a few minutes ago holding a clear plastic cup of red wine from a bar in the airport food court the flight attendant manning the airplane door asked "Is that red wine?" and I responded "Uh huh." and then she said "I didn't think airports were allowed to do that." and then I said absolutely nothing because I was busy guzzling my plastic cup of red wine before she could take it away from me.

Another Christmas Gone

Bevan and I just climbed under the covers of the pullout sofa bed in my dad's spare room for the last time until spring and as I get ready to return to my life and my routine tomorrow I can't stop thinking about two things that have been on my mind almost constantly since I arrived home last week:

  1. I'm a very lucky person.
     
  2. My life is passing by faster than I can get a grip on and it'll probably be that way until I'm dead and I have to find a way to be okay with that.