On Sunday morning I will leave here, and drive west, dropping 10,000 feet into the desert and ending up at work on Monday in Pasadena, California. I have to think that we were not evolved to make these kind of major climate and pressure changes. But then, an airplane is even more abrupt.
Weird to have a life where locations are starting to feel like many rooms. Open this door and walk into snow. Open that one and sun and sea coast. Very science fictional.