remembering it wasn’t fair outside
As I sat on my bed tonight finishing up some work on my laptop, Roomie came in to remind me that he was leaving for a work trip tomorrow… to California.
“Can I go with you?”
“That depends. Do you think you can survive the cargo hold?
I mean, if it were a trip to Dallas, I’d say sure; that’s just a quick 30 minutes, we’re barely high up in the air at all, you could probably hold your breath through it, but to California…. that’s a long one.”
Suffice to say, I shall remain behind. For now.