Despite making a number of inappropriate John Denver jokes, I got home safely. I love that Chicago-Austin nonstop. I love buying the internet access and then smiling at my row-mate. I am the Marie Antoinette of the skies.
My row-mate was an older woman who chatted with me pleasantly in line and wore a beautiful gold and olive cardigan with a lovely accent scarf and I was about to compliment her on it as she was putting her suitcase in the overhead when she bucked back and hit her head hard on the compartment behind her. I said, “Are you okay?” and reached forward without thinking and touched the back of her head, her hair and her skull, I guess because I thought she was bleeding and I’d need to apply pressure, and she said she was fine and then didn’t look at me for the rest of the trip, and I decided that touching the skull of a stranger in public was maybe Not The Right Thing To Do.
It’s cold here but I’ll be happy inside, working all weekend on a number of deadlines. I made a big grocery trip and bought proteins and vegetables to get me through. I got a veggie BBQ beef riblet in honor of Lindsay Hunter and three cartons of Mootopia.
