If I'm honest, I was a little bit nervous about the impending apocalypse. I left Swat Friday morning to sheets of rain and loud wind, and some part of me believed that the apocalypse was coming. But that's also because I didn't bother to sleep that night, so by the time I got on my plane I'd been up for around 24 hours. So my brain wasn't very happy. When they made me gate check my bag in Philadelphia because there was no room left in the overheads, I may have cried a little bit. Maybe.
But the apocalypse didn't happen, and I'm pretty happy about that. I'm in Hawaii with the fam, and it's great. It's the year that we fly the whole family here, so there's 20 of us. Which is busy and loud, but also kinda wonderful. I'm glad the every-other-Christmas in Hawaii is something we do. It's nice to have whole entire family time. It's important too.
I got to the beach yesterday. The sun was so fabulous. In winter, I don't think I miss the sun so much. Then I come to Hawaii and realize how much I miss it. I'm reading The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides, and I kinda love it. And I'm playing with the kids. And my hair's perpetually salty and enormous, but it's alright. Salt hair don't care.