We slept past nine. I slapped a Salonpas on my ribs, drank two pots of decaf and propped-up my feet on an ottoman. I watched out the windows, waiting for the snow to start. We got in after one o’clock last night. Susan picked me up at the airport when my plane landed. My three-day … Continue reading Bric-a-brac (Baby Let’s Dance)
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Killing Time at ORD
I'm feeling lost and forlorn like this dropped luggage Susan spotted in the middle of the tarmac Part 5—Wednesday 5/29/24: TSA might be watching. The age-old question: am I killing (a.k.a. wasting) time, or is it time to kill? My back faces the glass wall overlooking the runway, only one person can see my screen. … Continue reading Killing Time at ORD
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