My flight to L.A. was pretty good. Some minor turbulence along the way, but nothing that had me praying for longer than a couple of minutes.
Before I left, I was at the Kahului airport with time to spare. There was a display case near my gate showcasing shells that had been assembled into creatures.
It made me smile, because my Grandpa Hummel used to do that. He called his creations droodlers.