flying on the ground is wrong

Things got off to a rocky start today, but we're here in Sunnyvale, and in one piece. We had car trouble in Gorman, and then we hit some tough nasty fog as we traversed the Grapevine. A tweaky strain put us in an even more uneasy frame of mind. We were driving right into the teeth of right wing California. The bulls were out in full force. They were pulling people over all over the place. So it was uncomfortable for awhile. But we settled down, and Terry has the Beatles mono box set. I focussed on the music and found something inside myself that allowed me to relax. Is this progress?