Ate a big bowl of airport ramen, which wasn't half bad. Justine had a sushi combo plate, which also wasn't half bad. Though her stomach feels like it has a weed wacker in it, so I'm hoping the double portion of salmon nigiri was fresh. But she thinks it was the bushel of carrots she ate at home. Either way, we both miss our little Esther who is off sniffing at various spots in Fort Funston right now. After two weeks with her dog sitter/walker, she's going to come back tired, smelling pretty ripe, and forgetful of all her good habits.
And my parents are en-route right now, too, taking a break in Chicago. And my iPhone is charging in some weird phone booth thing. And Justine's reading a mountain bike magazine wishing she were on a treadmill or something.
