Last night I dosed myself with a Black Tiger shake, then walked down to the Pearl to walk the bus mall with the Ped committee. Then home on the bus to spend the night packing, and unpacking, and repacking...
I'm carrying way too much, which is what always happens when I put off packing till the last moment. Of course, having to carry my left shoe in the pack doesn't help. I haven't tried to put the bag on my back, and probably won't. I'm afraid the higher center of gravity would unbalance me.
4am
Breakfast, dishes, take out the compost, take out the trash, brush my teeth, brush my hair, trim my hair (my word, I'm going gray!). Caught the first 15 (low-floor) of the day to Goose Hollow, then the Red MAX (low-floor again) to PDX.
I need not have left so early. I had no problems with security, and wasn't asked to take the splint off my foot.
Was smiled at by a woman whose husband is in a splint. She's wending her way to St. John's, Newfoundland to join an oceanography ship bound to the Arctic.
I'd forgotten how small airplane seats are. From now on, I'm taking the early-boarding option sto that I can squeeze in and arrange my feet without company.
Four hours in Newerk, no, worse; 4 hours in the C Concourse of the Newerk airport.
Short night, of which I slept the greater portion of, awaking at sunrise (very bright above the clouds).
