So far so good except for both my bag and my body failing the security test and requiring further investigating, almost falling asleep on the plane only to be awakened by a baby who suddenly realized it’s still a baby, and walking a few miles around the Dublin airport before sitting under the flickering light of the boarding display in despair. One bright light was a security lady who said “Just go wait at the pub then!” and shooed me away. This lady is an angel.
I did find my gate, though. Not to worry. I wasn’t reading the subtext:
A few other delights happened, like my hair getting caught in a nightmare of accordion action on the boarding tunnel (how? what? how? three excellent questions), which I think gave me whiplash; a teenage boy standing over me in the aisle casually looking down my dress until I asked him about his SAT score; and Ian, who sold me a smoothy at the Dublin airport and then asked if I wanted a smoke break.
Other than eating beef stew airplane food and a lack of sleep the likes of which I have not dealt with since grad school, all is well.
Bu there are sill miles to go before I sleep.
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