Deb has been fetched, and dinner with her, myself, and Z had. She is now being dropped off at the hotel whilst Z works and I curl up with Mr. Codeine cough syrup.

Jess and Tom, I will pick you up at the baggage claim tomorrow. Here's the thing, though - I think you're coming in to two different terminals. Jess, you're coming into the Lindbergh one, and I think Tom is coming into the Humphrey one. It'll be a bit tricky, but we'll make it work.

Are you sick, Juliana?

SailAweigh, it looks like I will be in the Lindbergh terminal.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY TRIP!

Juliana, if you talk to her again before I do, tell Deb I'm bringing my camcorder to the reading.

And tell Mr Codiene Cough Syrup that you are not allowed to be sick this weekend. I DECREE IT.

I DECREE IT

ME TOO!

it looks like I will be in the Lindbergh terminal.

That is good to know. I've spent more than my fair share of wasted minutes driving around unfamiliar airport terminals than I care to think about. Still, I'm leaving early enough to account for some missed turns and having to loop back around. Heavens knows, I do it often enough at airports I am familiar with.

Sail, don't cry - it'll grow back. And be all soft and curly, too, with all that nice fresh new growth.

Jess! Here and alive. juliana is angelic and had to circle the airport in the Monster Truck of Death.

Hee, Deb, it's not the first time I've sported this do. I actually like it quite a bit. It just takes a bit of a leap of faith to do it because it does seem like such a huge change. In fact, my daughter asked me if I'd let her cut my hair if she wasn't my daughter. I told her, "I let you do this to my hair, don't I? (Heck, I asked for it.) 'Nuf said." Seriously, she's one of the few people I'd trust with my hair anymore.

I let Jo style mine, but not cut it.

My makeup, OTOH, she has free rein with. The girl has a license to do it to movie actors, she can do mine anytime she wants.

I need to pack.

Huh.

I need to UNpack.