I’m on my way to Rome for the Summorum Pontificum pilgrimage. I’m taking happy thoughts of gratitude to Pope Benedict along with great hope for many more future benefits from this monumentally important gift to the Church.
Meanwhile, spoke by phone with my mother in Florida. They are hunkered down and doing well as it blows and blows. So far so good. She and her friends were making breakfast when I called and all were in good spirits.
I had just under an hour in the lounge. It was super busy. Delta has upped its game in DTW however.
Now we endure the hurly burly of boarding. Since I am on an asile every lady with a large … bag has the chance to use my shoulder as a turnstile. Do they have no sense that when carrying things their own personal space grows?
In any event. To opt for onboard wifi or not to opt. That is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of my emails, or by ignoring postpone them. To read… to sleep no more. Aye that’s the rub. ‘Cause it’s all about the jet lag, right? This is about the only thing I do in which I dislike going East.
By phone my mother reports that all is well. It’s pretty nasty there but not as bad as it could have been. They may hunt up the recipe for Manhattans.
Remember that when you plug your phone into the USB port on many airplanes the system’s network can probably “see” your phone. I have data blocker.