In Which We Fly Home
Dec. 28th, 2025 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutThere’s a sleet / wind / ice storm in progress in the Northeast but our flight takes off more or less on time. I listened to some of _The Worry Trick_, which is a pretty good book, but has some issues. It’s mostly about learning to tolerate distressing feelings and pay attention to them instead of putting more energy into them by suppressing / distracting. In general, I’m in favor of problem solving, and to do that, you really need to know what is driving all those painful feelings so you can Fix It.
I’m also rereading (not while flying) Ilona Andrews the Inheritance, which is much more tolerable the second time around. Round one was a painful grind, lots of really scary feelings, mostly because our heroine is so besieged. It’s much easier when you know ahead of time about what she’s going to ultimately do to London. Among other things.
Lunch was at the rock n brews or whatever it is called at LAX near gate 12B. It was only okay, and the fried fish had allium in it so it messed with R.
The plane didn’t have any bourbon — caterer screwed up. But that’s fine; I only had one drink and called it quits. I forgot to download podcasts ahead of time. Oh well!
Everyone got home safely, altho we got home really late. Our driveway was a sheet of ice which was exciting in sandals with socks, but I made it in, put the ice bugs on, and went back to help A. out. R. actually got the ice bugs but I was halfway across the driveway already. Fortunately, T.’s car was there to grope my way along.
I mostly unpacked but did no laundry because it was late.
I’m also rereading (not while flying) Ilona Andrews the Inheritance, which is much more tolerable the second time around. Round one was a painful grind, lots of really scary feelings, mostly because our heroine is so besieged. It’s much easier when you know ahead of time about what she’s going to ultimately do to London. Among other things.
Lunch was at the rock n brews or whatever it is called at LAX near gate 12B. It was only okay, and the fried fish had allium in it so it messed with R.
The plane didn’t have any bourbon — caterer screwed up. But that’s fine; I only had one drink and called it quits. I forgot to download podcasts ahead of time. Oh well!
Everyone got home safely, altho we got home really late. Our driveway was a sheet of ice which was exciting in sandals with socks, but I made it in, put the ice bugs on, and went back to help A. out. R. actually got the ice bugs but I was halfway across the driveway already. Fortunately, T.’s car was there to grope my way along.
I mostly unpacked but did no laundry because it was late.