This story was me processing my maternal grandparents' deaths and not being told about the deaths & funerals. Between this story's publication earlier this year and today, my paternal grandfather passed and I was able to send him off. (Well, without spouse, so, yeah.) So um better?

Departing? Say your goodbyes at home before you get into the car. Arriving? Organize your trunk for their luggage before getting to the airport.

"It can't be as bad as I remembered...nvm"

Kit kat or twix? I like different textures and crunch. Anything is better than waxy corn. You?

Damn Loch Ness looking beast 💙

There are so many possibilities! Cookies and cream? Choco covered pretzel, caramel in vanilla? All the fruit sorbet? Yours?

What's yours? I wasn't a dinosaur kid so ... chickens?

The gods pissed on us earlier and we have suffered enough

It was on a wet treadmill but we finally got lift and are now outflying the approaching dusk.

Euclidean plane. Not overachieving here. (Have I told you how much I enjoyed Proof by Induction? With a difficult dad child relationship, it was v3ry relatable.)

I am the goblin on the wing that no one can see but you. I am scratching the metal, soft as warm butter.

Autopilot is great! /s
I also first read this as "plotting" and thought, "well yea, arent you?"

"How dare you order this one four days too early?!"