Oh boy, it’s three minutes to five o’clock and I still haven’t posted for the day. Where did the day go? Other than catching up and putting out a brush fire or two, I’ve been sitting here shell-shocked. Travel does that to me. Poor Grace probably thinks I’m mad at her because I practically had a melt down at the Japanese bookstore, freaking out that I might not get to the airport on time and haven’t written her yet to tell her I’m not. I have to get to the airport early. Especially in LA. You can never count on the traffic. It’s so busy busy busy, like an impromptu anthill created by a syrup spill. I have to get to the airport early for reasons beyond the obvious. I need that time to sit waiting by the gate, to calm down after all the hassle of practically disrobing for the security line. I read. With earplugs on. People think I’m weird because I wear earplugs in public (it doesn’t seem fair; they’d think nothing of head phones). I have to do something to shut out all of that extraneous noise. I bought a case of them. Okay, not a case. A box of 100 pairs. For someone with a sensory disintegration disorder, ear plugs are a miracle, a godsend (try ’em on your ADHD kid). Unfortunately, you can’t wear them around people if you’re socializing as much as you may want to. So, I need time to reintegrate, before I get on the plane, with ear plugs and a book. Getting there late means no time to calm down before I have to re-situate myself in the plane. This is probably TMI but twice in as many days, people have commented at how together I seem to be and how much I get done. This always surprises me. Obviously, I just fake it well from here. Better to ask my husband as to when I last vacuumed the carpets.