It is getting colder at our house. Time to get the stoves ready for cooking and heating.
I am sitting at one of those wireless Internet stations in the airport, waiting for my flight for Phoenix to board. Ah, in fact it has started boarding; but I like to be one of the last people to get on. I'll wait a little. I have had some stress this morning already. I was so sure hat I had booked this flight under my old name; I held off on changing my name on my drivers licence and my credit cards for this reason. Imagine my surprise when I went to check myself in and saw that I had booked in my new name. SHIT. Turns out that this problem can be solved, for $50 and a long wait at the desk.
The line to board is moving faster. I am going to see my aunt, who has not been well and has been asking for me. I have postponed this trip long enough Finally, I stopped trying to block out a three-day visit and am just going. My aunt protested, "That's not much of a visit!" Don't think of it as a visit, Aunt Marian. Think of it as a slumber party.
Gotta fly. No time to edit.