Sh*t

Going on 24 hours awake. My checked bag did not make the last flight.
Grrrrrrrrr.
M, having had this happen to him multiple times, and being a man who does not require make-up, lotions or potions to function, is not feeling my pain.

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Here we go!

Sitting in a huge, cushy seat on a giant airplane. Got my pillow, a blankie, my iPhone, my Kindle, a wallet full of Euros, and M’s Bose noise-canceling earphones. And considerably less stress. Am finally beginning to enjoy this.
More from the other side of the pond, when I get a chance. I hit the ground running over there, so who knows when I’ll have a chance to check in.
Au revoir!

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Merci!

Sunday afternoon.  NCAA games.  Hanging out with the family.  Doing some laundry. Debating what to do about dinner.  Slowly freaking out in my head about flying to France tomorrow.

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