A 33 hour day

You know all those times when you wish you had a few more hours in the day. Hours that you fantasied as being productive? A day in which you would amaze everyone and finish your to-do list!

Well, I will suggest that getting effectively a 33 hour day (nine hours of time zone change + 10 1/2 hours of flight + four hours of layover + two more flights – none of this includes getting up on Sunday to pack, go to the airport, hangout in the United Lounge) – is not all it is cracked up to be.

SAS is a lovely airline with great food and firm seats. If there had been a plethora of extra blankets I might have wanted 4-5 for padding. George slept for a few hours on the plane. I gave up and read. He also dozed in the Copenhagen SAS Lounge and on both of our connecting flights.

Did I mention that we were traveling on two unrelated reservations? I had that fare on SAS from last January that I couldn’t use, so converted it for this trip. But SAS doesn’t fly to Bremen meaning we had to get out luggage, then go check in with Lufthansa for the last two flights (one hour, ~ 45 minutes).

The hotel is right across the street from the airport and there are tram lines in front, so figuring out the connections to Bremerhaven tomorrow shouldn’t be that hard.

And – on my pillow

Gummi Bears!

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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