I feel it slipping. So much is on my plate, and it all can’t fit. I’m piling and trying to make room, but things keep dropping. The three-second rule doesn’t really apply.
Booked my flight to New York tonight. Actually, Patrick did it. It’s on United. I’ve never flown United before, but a giant bus hurling through the air is just as horrifying no matter what logo graces its dorsal fin.