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So, I'm in Florida. Hotel has net access, which is nice.
Sorry about the huge multiple blogthings post a couple entries back. I could have sworn I put it in an LJ-cut. Didn't mean to take up your whole Friends Page. Oh well. Too late now.
Anyway, for those keeping track... ( I spoke to the insurance company. )
Otherwise, it was a reasonably good day. Most of it was in transit, actually. Funny how we spend longer getting to the airport, going through security, waiting at the gate, etc than we do in flight. The airport is about 50 miles away. Florida is about 1000. Yet it takes 2 1/2 hours to fly down here (including waiting for takeoff clearance at a NY-area airport) and we had to leave home 3 hours before boarding time.
Flight was fine. Except for the boisterous people in the row behind us (all three were talking rather loudly, and the guy behind me kept digging around in the pocket in front of him, which amounted to kicking the back of my seat) and the quintessential screaming baby (thankfully ten rows back).
Had a nice dinner out with Mom and Dad, and now I've got the evening to myself. I'm sure you're thrilled and fascinated. (I have got to figure out a way to get better material here. Preferably without inventing an entirely fictitious life. Because, really, that'd be way too much work.)
Sorry about the huge multiple blogthings post a couple entries back. I could have sworn I put it in an LJ-cut. Didn't mean to take up your whole Friends Page. Oh well. Too late now.
Anyway, for those keeping track... ( I spoke to the insurance company. )
Otherwise, it was a reasonably good day. Most of it was in transit, actually. Funny how we spend longer getting to the airport, going through security, waiting at the gate, etc than we do in flight. The airport is about 50 miles away. Florida is about 1000. Yet it takes 2 1/2 hours to fly down here (including waiting for takeoff clearance at a NY-area airport) and we had to leave home 3 hours before boarding time.
Flight was fine. Except for the boisterous people in the row behind us (all three were talking rather loudly, and the guy behind me kept digging around in the pocket in front of him, which amounted to kicking the back of my seat) and the quintessential screaming baby (thankfully ten rows back).
Had a nice dinner out with Mom and Dad, and now I've got the evening to myself. I'm sure you're thrilled and fascinated. (I have got to figure out a way to get better material here. Preferably without inventing an entirely fictitious life. Because, really, that'd be way too much work.)