Flying from Atlanta to Phoenix this morning, we had to make an emergency stop in Wichita. Turns out someone allergic to peanuts ate some peanuts in the “snack pack.” A doctor and a nurse were on board to help, so she’ll be fine, they said. Some folks in the row behind me knew her, and they didn’t seem to worried.

Then the hit your head on the ceiling turbulence. Thank god for seat belts, eh? Though, somehow, I managed to jam my thumb. Nothing major, just mildly annoying. Like this trip. Sigh. Almost there.