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I’ve been on the road for ten days and it’s good to be home.
It’s not the traveling I mind, or long drives; it’s flying that irks me. I’m old enough to remember when flying used to be fun, or at least, not annoying.
I’ve lived long enough to see flying go from this fun experience to being a sardine in a can paying for everything from checking in luggage to tiny sandwiches. (“Old grey mare ain’t what she used to be”: the motto of the old fart.)
The trip going out was pretty rough but at least the trip coming back was better. The thing that really got me were the tight connections. I made my connection but with only five minutes to spare.
I unpacked and caught up with practical matters, now time to crash.
Tomorrow will be catch up as well as looking at my pictures and continuing to set up my new phone.
It’s not the traveling I mind, or long drives; it’s flying that irks me. I’m old enough to remember when flying used to be fun, or at least, not annoying.
I’ve lived long enough to see flying go from this fun experience to being a sardine in a can paying for everything from checking in luggage to tiny sandwiches. (“Old grey mare ain’t what she used to be”: the motto of the old fart.)
The trip going out was pretty rough but at least the trip coming back was better. The thing that really got me were the tight connections. I made my connection but with only five minutes to spare.
I unpacked and caught up with practical matters, now time to crash.
Tomorrow will be catch up as well as looking at my pictures and continuing to set up my new phone.