The only time I get prescription anxiety meds is when I need to fly. Most likely due to the fact that my first ever flight happened a week after the United DC-10 crashed in Iowa.
And of course that first plane I ever stepped foot on was a Northwest air DC-10.
Then I flew on an Alaska Air MD-80 a few weeks before that Alaska Air MD-80 (that could have been the same one) crashed into the pacific. Ever since then I have needed meds since I figured my luck was running out. Now, give me an Airbus or a Boeing 737 700 or older.
Man it's gorgeous out. Piercing blue sky and pleasant temp. Perfect April weather.
A week ago Phil was talking about this period being a Jesse-tastic pattern. Turns out it's a pattern almost everyone loves.
I keep buying into the hype of "its finally going to storm" or "we will finally break this drought/curse" and am constantly disappointed. Crazy how storms consistently miss us and we will get .10" on the back end as it wraps up. Maybe some day it will change but doesnt seem anytime soon. My grass went from dormant to drought looking already.