Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Good grief, what day is it?
For some reason, I thought it was Monday. Now I realize it's Tuesday. After a flexible travel schedule and an all-night airplane trip, my body is very confused!
The journey was fine. I had a moment of in-flight panic when I reached into my pocket and my PASSPORT WASN'T THERE. I always fly with my passport in my pocket. I began frantically searching the seat around me, the floor, the seatback pouch. I needed the passport to board the plane, so I knew it couldn't have gone far. Then I dropped my eyeglasses under the seat and, because space was too tight for me to bend over, I couldn't reach them. "Oh, for f*ck's sake!" I said out loud, and it was my perception -- possibly just my imagination -- that the woman sitting next to me became slightly less friendly to me after that little expletive.
And then I found my passport in my camera bag. Where I never put it. My heartbeat gradually returned to normal. I told my seatmate what had happened and apologized for being "disruptive." She said it was no problem.
You'll be glad to know my Kapok Tree Inn glasses survived the trip just fine. I packed them in my suitcase, surrounded by layers and layers of bubble wrap. (In fact I bought a pack of bubble wrap specifically for that purpose -- it cost approximately 15 times more than the glasses themselves!)
Dave and Olga are happy to see me, and I them. And now, I will struggle to stay awake until a respectable hour.
(Photo: Painting a garage in Camden, late July.)