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.
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