[I scheduled this to go up this morning, but it didn't take. Silly Blogger.]
So, yeah. Not really here today.
I'm somewhere in the sky, on one of my least favorite modes of transportation: an airplane.
It's not so much the flying I mind. It's the being crammed into a big metal tube with so many other people, and not being able to leave it when I want. I'm a teeeensy bit claustrophobic, you see. And as it's a 6 a.m. flight, ordering a martini or three would likely get me some Looks. You know the kind I mean.
And apparently to get from DC to San Antonio, you have to stop in Denver for three hours. Who knew?
But one of my brothers told me to look out the window when we land in Denver, because the airport roof looks like boobs. So at least there's that to look forward to.
What profound occurrence has precipitated this event? My mom went and scared the living crap out of me by coming this >< close to having a heart attack.
So I'll be in sunny, too-damn-hot Texas all week, and likely won't be blogging for a while. Maybe I'll see you around Twitter, though, if that's one of your indulgences.
(Did I mention I really hate flying? I did? Um, yeah. Wheeee.....!)
UPDATE: I'm in the ICU with Mom. They've scheduled her for a quadruple bypass surgery tomorrow. Oh, and Tada! I survived the flight. I think. But I'm too tired to know for sure.