Now that I’m over my jet lag it’s time to head westward.
It’s going to be a long one this time, longer than usual. There must be fierce headwinds. Sigh. I have a long layover so i’m not worried about my connection, especially with expedited entry at customs. But I’m going to be beat when I get home.
No luck. This could be bad. The kid might be 3.
The less said about the kid the better. Let’s just say that it wasn’t an easy ride.
I did get some reading done about Fatima. Every time I review it it never fails to amaze and challenge.
I saw a movie – don’t recall the title – about the contribution of three black women to the early NASA Mercury program.
The food was hideous, so I passed on it. But there was very little turbulence and we got in a bit early. Customs and baggage was, basically, a walk through. Re-security, on the other hand, was made unpleasant by constant shouting of TSA types. It irritates me to see older people, who might not be quite as familiar as the TSA agents are with the process, badgered in that way without a “please” or any other courteous phrase. I actually wrote out a comment card.
A long layover sometimes feels like a hangover. When I do these international trips during the last couple hours I’m running pretty much on adrenaline and caffeine. It feels like I have Star Trek creatures crawling around inside my legs.
This crowd tonight are clearly battle hardened travellers. The boarding is swift.
My bag was loaded onto my flight! Yay!