Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I never got myself as together as I hoped I'd be yesterday. The plan was to have emailed a wrap-up of my work project and already have my bags packed before I crashed. I got too sleepy too early, and was dragging too badly to finish stuff. So it's the wee hours, I've had a nap, and I'm now packing.

Still have to find out whether I can take my guitar on the plane. There'll be a guitar I can use in Peoria, but I'd like to have one with me during long waits on the way out. If I don't take one along, I think it'll be the furthest I've travelled without a guitar since learning to play. (I have to look that up, actually. I think I went to Atlanta without an axe once in the 1980s. Hmm. Nope, Peoria is farther from BaltoWash than Atlanta, so this'd be the farthest.) Heck, I usually take a guitar or two with me when I only go as far as Philadelphia, and that's only a couple hours drive. It's not as much of a security blanket as it once was, but I still feel underequipped at best and naked at worst if I'm far from home without one.

I'm a guitarist. It's what I am. And a guitarist should have a guitar.

At airport. Delayed by mis-communication after being sent back to check
some of the stuff I tried to carry on. So I'm on the flight after the one I
was supposed to catch (got a couple hours to kill). Security had a lot to
do, but they did it courteously and efficiently. Asked me what speed film I
had and immediately took it for hand inspection with no fuss.

-- Glenn

Flight delayed on runway after landing, missed bus. Next bus in hour and a
half. Tired tired tired. But world is nicer after pizza. Had really nice
conversation on plane. Did I mention tired?

-- Glenn