Hiked Ousel Falls with visiting family. Enjoyed the transitioning fall colors. Happily reminisced about our proposal spot and proudly showed off our wedding anniversary plaque.

Visited the local history museum with family and captured my “mug shot.” Jail would not agree with me.

Went full adult beast mode and scheduled my snow tire changeover appointment, secured my REAL ID (an actual nightmare when your name has changed three times) and began sorting through upcoming trip details.

Realized that for my first airplane trip since COVID I will literally be flying into the remnants of a hurricane. But of course!

Came home to Brian proudly announcing he bought us a treat, but one we had to wait until December to receive. Cue the adult-sized advent calendar!

Saw on the local news that there was a recent study indicating that COVID made people more neurotic, among other things. Can confirm.

Faced additional screening at airport security thanks to only having my temporary, paper ID. What does this mean? Your stuff goes into the special red bins, you get an extra pat down, and your stuff gets unpacked and swabbed for explosives piece by piece. 100% do not recommend.

Was one of the few masked travelers. Felt reassured every time someone nearby sneezed. Bought hand sanitizer as soon as I got past security. In true Montana tourist fashion, it had a picture of a mountain range on it.

Discovered that while most things about air travel are the same, some are different. Masks and celebrity make-up lines are available via vending machines and if you don’t feel like standing in a food line, you may order via an app and have it delivered.

Walked nearly 2.5 miles across the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport thanks to a 5 hour layover giving me plenty of opportunity kill time. The sweating caused my bangs to fully embrace their cowlicky nature. Gave zero f*ck s and attempted to straighten them back into place while in the restroom. Failed.