People have often shook their heads in mild amusement and/or disinterest when I tell them that I’m really not scared of traveling at all.  Even tales from my co-worker whose husband works for the FAA aren’t enough to deter me from getting on a plane with a steady stomach and a mind clear of fear… Actually, that’s not entirely true.  My real fear of traveling is that the airline will lose my luggage.  I have reverse travel anxiety:  My stomach tightens when the plane’s wheels touch down and continue while I’m in the terminal until that familiar-looking bag comes around the carousel.

I leave my fully-programmed TiVo in the less-than-capable hands of Adelphia, the same cable company who claimed they were having outages as a result of the fires.  Now that it’s raining hard across Southern California, drenching any potential flareups in the area, guess what?  My cable’s out again.  Oh, it gets better—Adelphia even called me tonight to thank me for my patronage, and when they asked me if I had any questions about their service so I promptly asked why the hell my cable keeps going out, the person on the other end of the line said, “I don’t know… but I’m showing that it’s out again right now.” So now I’ve missed this week’s editions of Commander-in-Chief and My Name is Earl.  I’m about ready to unleash the fury on those dumbasses.

Either way, I’m leaving in the morning.  Peace out, homeslices.  See you in a few.