I traveled in a pretty sickly state this weekend. Flew on a plane across the country with a massive head cold. The kind of traveling where your head feels about to implode and you contstantly think it’s 5 seconds until blood starts leaking out your ears. 21 month old twins screamed behind me and kicked my chair. Nyquil knocked me out for a while, until I started dreaming about golden minotaurs chasing people over a mountainside and trampling them.

The end destination was nice, despite the massive head cold. A menorah was lit. Lots of chocolate was consumed. Saw some national monuments. Held a new baby. Got near diarrhea from discussing wedding plans.

It’s nice to be back here.