So here we are in Portland. It's gray and cloudy (no kidding?) and we have enough of a layover to suck - 3 hours - but not enough of one to actually leave the airport. Shame, too, because I like Portland.
Despite the fact we're on vacation, I'm still feeling super anxious. Didn't sleep at all last night and nearly killed Jamison this morning for a 5-minute delay in leaving the house. I'm often anxiety-driven, but usually not this bad. Couldn't get comfortable or fall asleep on the plane, and the 2.5 hour trip felt like an eternity. I'm going to have to take something to get from San Fran to Honolulu, and I feel grateful knowing there's some Valium and sandy shores in my immediate future. No one could use a walk on a beach more right now than me.
Thus far, little else to report. Here's hoping the next eight or so hours goes by in one big, quick haze...
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