after a decade of being on the road, followed up by a gloriously-long period of being a steadfast homebody inseparable from my dogs, i'm about to do something i haven't done in literally 4 years: get on a plane. and it's a reminder that i can deal with unruly passengers, turbulence, bad food, and being charged for everything but oxygen, but leaving my dogs behind even for even a quick trip is *still* almost more than i can handle.