Back in Oz

[dreamer_easy]

The secret of surviving interminable plane journeys: unconsciousness. In an effort to avoid more conniptions during turbulence - which I *know* is almost entirely safe as long as you're buckled in, but panic attacks are not susceptible to rationality, at least in the short term - I took a record amount of Xanax before and during our flights from IAD to LAX (a total of 4 mg over about 20 hours). I woke up somewhere over the Pacific, puzzled as to why the plane still hadn't taken off: it had, I'd just slept through it. Even during my all time greatest panic attack at SFO in 1996, in which phone counselling and Xanax allowed me to cling by ragged fingernails to sanity, I still noticed the sound and fury as the plane left the ground. Not this time - I slept through about 12 hours of a 14 hour flight. I highly recommend this as a means of avoiding the spirit-crushing boredom and jostling terror of the skies. If you're going to do this, don't carry an immense and heavy trade paperback in your carry-on - a waste of effort. Must get some therapy for that turbulence problem. I'm rather woozy and dazed, which I suspect is not fatigue but DRUGS.

My parents, bless them, fetched the cats home from kitty prison. They've almost completely settled back in after only an hour or so, although Frank won't stop meowing (or hissing at Tim - must reestablish their short, blunt hierarchy). Both are in superb condition and have lost weight, which suggests I've been overfeeding them - must watch that.

Got all the food through quarantine except the pigeon peas. Also got through the catnip seeds - bless you Carey!

Our house is tiny, messy, and smelly.