travel, warding behaviors, mild death reference
First flight home to Seattle leaves in about an hour and a half. You know the drill: if something bad happens, love you all, had a hell of an interesting ride. Thanks for making my time on this shitty planet weirder and happier.
Much more likely, I'll be curled up with Peg in twelve hours, stoned out of my mind and stuffed with raw fish. =^____^=