boarding now for my flight to New Orleans after an excellent, sustaining, successful day of meetings. It started when my kids were young but continues to this day … I call planes ‘plane spa’ and love them even if I am in the back row, middle seat. I can nap! No one can reach me! I read! It’s just awesome.

this is a work trip, ish, and I don’t usually travel for work, so it’s kind of fun. Of course I’m getting beignets and of course I won’t go out on New Orleans Halloween (I drank my way through New Orleans in college and no need to do it again, thank you).

My daughter’s birthday was excellent yesterday; loved her gifts; loved her fancy dinner; loved her friends. Still stunned 16 years have gone by; still hopeful she is resilient and/or learns resiliency. Shes rowing 5k by herself this weekend, as is her brother! Go kids go; that I’ll be sorry to miss.

Okay, in the plane hallway … plane spa begins!