I'm on a plane...

It turns out I really like to write on the plane, I think because it forces me to focus in a way that few things do. Anyway, here I am on the plane, 15 minute from P, maybe 25 from TO. There is a kid somewhere on the plane that has a peanut allergy and no one for 3 rows in either direction is allowed to eat peanuts or peanut butter. I’m no where near him and I don’t like nuts, I just thought that was interesting.

Anyhow, going home, and I’m not looking forward to it. I don’t want to go home, and this is odd since I’ve been here for a week plus, and usually after 5 days, I’m chafing to go home.

I gotta go now.