We have gotten this far, the Miriam and I. Both of us are exhausted; she because of well earned sleep lack and me because neither my body or brain has a clue as to time zones/geographic location but sure that where ever I am – it is the wrong place.
We managed to get to the Reno airport to be confronted by a combination of fans and escapees from the Viet Nam Vets Reunion plus the occasional screaming child tossed in for seasoning. The fans are obvious: either wearing standard conwear or still sporting their badges. The Vets? hats, t-shirts and the inability to recognize that deafness is a treatable condition.
Did I mention how much I really hate puddle jumpers? There isn’t enough room on it for much of any cabin luggage…. and partway through the flight is when one discovers that those much desired head phones just happened to be in the gate checked back pack.
Next flight is not for a few hours -then red eye to NY.
Since I have Maus staring at the screen over my shoulder, it is time to get off the computer and give her a turn at email…..