Diane and I headed out on Friday afternoon for Los Angeles. My journey started with a train ride to meet her in Mountain View – me and 24+ mason jars. We chatted as we drove and the miles seemed to fly by (Diane was a stud for doing all the driving, though I did offer to help). We talked about family and relationships and loss and mindfulness and about how we really need to see each other more often. We live so close yet it takes traveling 100s of miles for us to see each other. Neither one of us could figure out how to remove places from the GPS’s set plan. And we totally failed at communication this day – no one knew quite what we were doing. But in the end it worked out just fine and made for some laughs along the way.