Home, once again...

Flew back to Buffalo on Southwest, and even though the first leg of my flight was delayed forty-five minutes, I made my connection since it was only four gates down from where we arrived.

I don't like Southwest's new system of assigning seats and no free checked baggage. They've become just another airline, so why bother with them? It's almost sad.

But the whole world is fucked up, right now. MAGAts getting more upset over Bad Bunny singing in Spanish at the Super Bowl than the thousands of women and children raped and trafficked by Jeffrey Epstein and his monsters is proof that too many of our species are morally bankrupt.

As am I, possibly. I worked on Taking Nicky, on the flights. Dropped about 1500 words and rewrote Rett's interaction with Ben and Liam into something quite vicious. Rett rapes Liam in front of Ben, and loves having done it. What that means to me is, I need a reason for Rett to start doing this. It's not enough for him to get pissy because a guy called him an asshole.

But I'm not so sure I can find an adequate excuse without needing to rework everything about him, so far. And that's already published online. So I'll be doing a lot of thinking about it.

Tomorrow is groceries; canceling my mail forwarding at the PO; figuring out how fucked up I am, financially; and working out a plan for my trip back to San Antonio, next month. I'm already set to go via Southwest, but I won't need to check a bag. This time I can just do carry-on...but from now on I'm looking at other options.

God I'm so happy to be home. My plants missed me.