Finally

After seventeen straight nights spent in beds that aren’t mine I’m finally on a commercial aircraft that’s making its way back to the Bay and as glorious and special and electric as New York City and London are I cannot wait to be reunited with Bevan and our dogs in our cozy little casa in the Castro.

Doesn’t that sound like perfection?

I know. I can’t wait.

Despite my excitement for it to be over with, I am grateful for the trip I just took. Not only did I get to spend lots of time with lots of people that I adore, it was a nice change of pace to be focused on something other than what’s in my head for a spell. So thanks, work job, for shoving me out into the world.

A Near Miss

I stopped to watch Giant Bubble Guy make giant bubbles on my way home from the office tonight when I was very nearly maimed by a moving vehicle—of the Matchbox variety.

The furry-hooded child in the GIF above wanted to pop that giant bubble so damn badly that he blindly launched a die-cast metal truck straight into the air in the middle of one of London’s busiest walkways during rush hour.

And it worked! Bubble popped!

Hat tip to you, kiddo!

Following the near-miss, Giant Bubble Guy paused making giant bubbles to share some advice with the throng of bubble-gripped children around him: “Remember kids, what goes up must come down. That includes toys.”