We have been sitting on a plane for an hour. Ice on the wings. In Burbank. Probably won't make the next flight as it was an hour layover. It's gonna be a long day.

Yikes! I'm flying out tonight and am not too worried about things on this end but will be flying into weather. I'm bringing a huge tupperware of cookies so at least will not have to resort to cannibalism if we get stranded.

Is there any news on the transplant front, Sean?

(Also, Sean! It's good to see you.)

Ice on the wings is no big as long as the airport is prepared to handle it. Burbank is not.

It is 43 degrees out here in Hollywood, according to my iPhone, but it feels colder than that.

As much health-ma as S can handle coming from this direction, Sean. Bloody fucking hell.

Burbank? Ice? Wings?!! WTF? Ok I was bitching about the cold here in Dallas thinking "I left warm California? For winter?". It looks like I'd have that chill either way.

Continued ~ma for S!

{{Sean and S}} Bugger. I hope it's relatively minor, Sean. A bug would be good at this point. Coping~ma.

Travel~ma, GC. No way southern CA should have frosty wings! This winter is already weirder than last year.

I made coffee, why am I not driniking it? Craxiness.

I had to call an ambulance, as she had become combative and non-responsive.

Man, you'd hope one of the non-responses would be non-fighting. Punching, seizing and puking at the same time just doesn't seem like a fair combination.

Sean, I know my kids would vote against me but I'd skip Christmas just to finish 2008 off for you and put it in the rear-view mirror.

oh dear Sean, I hope that S's visit to the ER is brief and ends well.

Yeah, it was an odd combination, David. And damn that's awful sweet of you, and don't think I don't appreciate it, but no skipping Christmas.