sleepyI didn’t even get checked going through security, which is, I think, a first for my post-9/11 travel (1 trip to Louisiana, 1 trip to Chicago, and this will be my 3rd trip to Boston in that timeframe). The poor guy in front of me did, though, and he was very frazzled, worried about his laptop getting stolen or his suitcase crushing his other belongings as they came down the conveyer belt thing from being scanned. So, I stopped and saved his laptop and his luggage and waited for him to reach the point where they were ready to start searching his stuff instead of his person. I really knew how he felt, and wanted to lend a hand. It sucks having this eminently liftable, multi-thousand dollar device containing all sorts of things that are important to you sitting somewhere where you can’t keep an eye on it.
So now I’m sitting at the gate, drinking my orange juice (but no food yet, arr; sorry, I just couldn’t face it, but I did take my vitamins!), and typing at you. I am surprisingly awake, but I suspect that the drone of the plane will put me to sleep pretty quickly, which is good. I mean, once I get to Boston, I won’t want to stay up as late as I normally do, but god knows that waking up at 5 isn’t going to be conducive to even a vaguely normal sleep schedule.
But, I should probably go now. Not that I have anything to do, but at this point, I’m typing to keep typing, not because I have anything meaningful to say. Not that I ever really have anything meaningful to say, but I think that’s even more the case pre-8-AM, at the airport. :)
