Day 1: San Jose to Louisville

Note to Future Flight Crew Personnel, Including but Not Limited to Pilots:

Please show up for work. Thanks.

Days 2-4: Louisville

There is nothing at all to do here. (Fortunately, nothing ever quite gets around to happening, either. Events and occurrences are shipped in from New York when absolutely necessary.)

People give directions like this: "It's where the Service Merchandise used to be." "By the old water company." "It's in the old school." "Past where the car lot was." Yes, each is a real example.

Dear Santa, pleeeease send me a fresh vegetable and some lean protein.

Day 5: Louisville to Boston

At least Rob's not throwing up on the plane.

Our rental car is haunted. It becomes more likely to sound its horn (without provocation or warning) the closer you get to a very quiet neighborhood at midnight.

Day 6: Natick

Rob disconnected the rental car's horn relay! Huzzah!

My marshmallow shooter works very well. It sends those little guys a good forty feet. It's going to be disassembled into a kit for my dad.

Day 7: I like geeks

Noise: tok tok tok
Rob: Was that you or the dog?
Me: Yes.
Pause.
Rob: Was it you XOR the dog?
Me: No.
Rob: Was it you AND the dog?
Me: Yes.