Los Angeles, California: I left rainy Oregon this morning and flew down to sunny Los Angeles. DT is off to Eugene for several days of rainy meetings. I actually had to walk through puddles to reach my tarmac-parked commuter jet and could not believe my eyes when I was seated next to the same random guy I have been seated next to countless times on the Portland-Burbank Alaska Airlines shuttle.
We're practically dating.
When I rang the doorbell at Lisa & Lenny's - 2.5 hours after take-off - Leo absolutely went bonkers with excitement when he saw me. Possibly he does this when he sees the mailman or FedEx delivery guy as well, but he flew into my arms, screamed and proceeded to hit me in the face with his wind-mill arms until he could no longer control his excitement and then buried his face in my neck just before he kissed me full on the lips so hard I could feel his new teeth!
Little Guy missed his Bubbe.
A few moments later, Lisa had him ready for a nap while she ran out on errands. I have not lost my touch. A few rounds of Janis Joplin later, and Leo was out.
Until my next update, I remain, your Los Angeles correspondent.