Just checking in from Florida before dinner long enough to send a hearty Fuck You to the Transportation Security Administration worker who managed to lose my writing portfolio by taking it out of my bag in his search for a contraband slightly-too-large bottle of sunscreen, then not putting the portfolio back into the bag or anywhere that I saw when I picked up the bag. There was little truly irreplaceable in there, and I may yet be able to recover it from checkpoint lost-and-found (I should know tomorrow), but I feel anxious and a little empty without it. Plus it was a nice portfolio in terms of physical quality, and a gift from my friends.