Everyone is fleeing to the coasts for vacation. I'm jealous, since Phoenix is back to normal. Hot.

I have about three more weeks of vacation to use, so I'll be working on scheduling holidays soon. We're talking about Paris for my birthday in December. A bit chilly, sure, but I'm perfectly willing to hang out in cafes or spend a day in the Louvre this time. Last trip was museum-free, so we could use some art.

Hopefully the travel restrictions calm down before I have much flying to do. I can't imagine a trans-Atlantic flight with nothing to read and no electronic gadgets to occupy my time. I generally can't stand the in-flight movie, and I rarely can sleep on a plane. If I had to spend nine hours listening to crying children and the drone of the engines, I'd have to cut someone.