we fly again tomorrow; it’s supposed to rain all day. the first flight out went pretty darn well… but now the rubber-band-snapping demons are at it again. the thunderclaps serve as accents.
i’m wanted downstairs for a little post-independence day celebration of fireworks with kesin before he goes off to sleep. i wonder how we will sleep. i wonder how tomorrow’s day will be. kesin just came up and personally excitedly invited me down to see the fireworks, and leanne also called me down to see kesin and the sparkers. i wonder if foggy sfo will welcome us tomorrow… i wonder if my stomache will untwist… i wonder…
thunderstormed firework flights from the land of madonna…