I survived a six hour plane ride and my own fear of flying. Six hours of renaissance music helps. I’m probably the last person in the western hemisphere who hasn’t traded in his Walkman for an iPod, but that’s only because iPods are evil.
My sister was kind enough to let me use her computer. It’s good to be the big brother.
I’ve decided I like palm trees, 80 degree weather in October, and having the ocean on my left when I walk north. There seems to be a burrito stand on every street corner, which is unsettling, but there’s a Starbucks on all the other corners, so that’s okay.
I may never come back.
I’ve spent the day making candles in my sister’s candle shop (I guess that’s what happens when you visit a self-employed relative for your vacation). It’s fun, actually. Not all that dissimilar from blending tobacco, my usual occupation. Just like in the blending room, the scents get into your head, and you’re in your own little world, which is where I usually like to be anyway. Plus I can smoke my pipe as I work, a definite plus (take THAT, Henry Waxman!)
So now it’s off to dinner, drinks, and cigars. I could get really used to this.