Survive a 12-Hr Flight Without a Mental Breakdown

By the end, I wanted to throw myself out this window

Happy weekend to you! I’m back in London, but you probably didn’t even notice I was gone – although I have physically and mentally suffered from my recent travels. In honor of my grandparents 65th wedding anniversary (SIXTY-FIVE!!), I flew to Los Angeles last Thursday. I lost a day while flying for 12 hours and during my four nights there, I managed to eat matzah ball soup, run a sad distance on some hills in Westwood, almost spot Ann Margar...