Yesterday my trip was cut short because of the incoming snow and ice storm. Honestly, this is pretty much the first time one of my trips was made “better” for any reason. I thought I’d hop on the first flight west and didn’t particularly care where the plane was going, as long it was going. I ended up in sunny Los Angeles humming that Randy Newman song as the plane taxied in. I then scrounged a flight north and this morning I see the ICE HAS FOLLOWED me! This horror show is the backyard’s frozen water feature. I guess it’s an ice sculpture now.