I’m back from my trip. It was “Surreal in its badness.” This note is left over from the final airport stint on Monday morning. That’s right. Monday morning. I was stuck in Philly Sunday night due to weather in Detroit. It was bad, but I have to admit there were people who had it worse. Apparently, in Detroit there weren’t enough hotel rooms. Yikes. So here are my musings, ramblings, blah. I’m still tired.

Philly Airport

I want to search my own bags. I want to examine every thing that I carry, wondering all the while if each item is intact, remembered, right for its purpose or if each was a good purchase