From a plane

The plane started to taxi and for a moment I couldn’t remember where we were. I couldn’t remember if we were coming or going from home. I just blanked. Maybe it’s a sign that we’ve traveled a wee bit too much this month. But what trip would I have given up? England and business; no. Seeing Wendi and Daven and friends; uh, no. The family vacation with Trinity, Jon’s parents, and us; can’t skip that. So, I sit here typing on the plane and actually calm. I was hoping that if we started going places