Today, I told people I was leaving at 4:00. I left at 4:33. I arrived at my house at 6:58. Yes, 2 and a half hours in LA rush hour traffic.   I spend 30 minutes changing out my suitcase from work wear to Vegas wear, throw on the first three pieces of clothes that aren't already packed, do a parting wink at myself in the mirror, kick the dogs a few times, and tear out of there.  I get to the airport at 7:47; I check in without looking at my watch and am informed that my baggage is too late be guaranteed to make it on my flight. What my plane doesn't leave at 8:40! It leaves at 8:15. Who knew. I rush through security, waiting in line, as i hear another lady convince the security guard to let her cut cause she has an 8:15 flight. Ick. Why didn't I think of that. I make it through the beep machine after three tries and three removals of jewelry. My jewelry, the sneaky cons, forgot to remind me to remember to pick them back up after their removal. Ugh. This flight just went from 40$ to 80$. mmm.

So also, I'm scared, the flight, as the pilot says, will be jumpy today. I'm distracting myself my being disgusted by the lady next to me who keeps putting her trash on the seat between us. I don't like other people's trash. And I'm consoling myself by thinking about what an AWESOME time it would be right now for that BIG ONE earthquake that's coming to LA to happen.  I want to either be  in the sky when the 7.5 hits or in a Utah desert.