It's going to be midnight on the Left Coast by the time I finish this, and the husbear and I are hightailing it out of town and down to LA for a few days for his business and our pleasure.
At 6 AM.
And to save shipping costs for his supplies, we are driving down, of course.
Thankfully, while he lives out of a suitcase and eats bad conference food for the next week, I will be carried back to SF in the loving arms of American Airlines on Sunday afternoon.
Just in time for jury duty Monday morning.
Highs and lows. Gotta love January.