All in all it was very hard not to regret the small fortune I spent on airfare. Why was I leaving the man I love to suffer in an airplane smashed against a snotty coughing hacking stinky old guy for 11 hours again? I tried to curl into my seat and instinctively my left hand would reach out as if to rest over TMI's chest. Oh man, intimacy withdrawals are merciless in times of great discomfort.
So the West Coast plan is this: Hopefully my crazy itchy snotty sneezing death attack will dissipate shortly and dad and I will snowboard for a few days. My flight home to Hawaii is the 1st of March, adding another 6 hours and ocean to my great passage. Ugh.. feeling increasingly watery swollen and woozy.. Time to roll around and moan for a while.