MY MIDNIGHT TRIP TO LAX

My daughter had to catch a late flight from Seattle and insisted she could Uber to the house ... but it's Christmas; I would pick her up.
  1. I left the house on Christmas Eve, but five minutes into my twenty-nine mile drive, it became Christmas.
  2. Someone was kind enough to send a green firework into the sky just as I hit the 105, squashing any nerves I had about making this midnight run.
  3. The other drivers were taking it easy; not frantic for you to get out of the way. One car—with the word NECKBREAKER stenciled in large letters on its back bumper—passed me going at least a hundred, but that was it.
  4. Ooh! Another firework. A white one this time. Thank you random person setting off illegal fireworks—you made my night.
  5. The overstuffed flight had people hogging the overheads (put it at your feet, people), so over twenty people (20!) had to check their bags which delayed my daughter twenty minutes to get her bag.
  6. I had to hover—I really dislike circling the airport—and thank you airport police ... you allowed me and the many other curb idlers to do just that.
  7. After I collected my dear daughter, we drove the mostly quiet freeway home and did a little driving around to look at lights in my neighborhood. I'm wide awake after all the coffee I drank.
  8. Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to all the really kind and cool people of li.st!
  9. Our tiny tree
  10. These are texts with my daughter from last night's airport run. I kept using my daughter's name because dictation was spelling it wrong and I thought it was funny.