I was up at 5am this morning to get to the airport in time to get through airport security before my flight left. Somehow in the process of taking everything you own and putting it in little grey boxes to go through the scanner, I missed the PDA in my pocket, so when it set off the security station they were (of course) inordinately interested in why I had tried to get through without getting it scanned (doh!). At which point, they told me to take off my belt, shoes, etc. — anybody who travels to the US now, knows the drill.
I did finally get through the checkpoint, but my Bluetooth GPS unit fell out of my coat when I was taking it off and smashed on the cement floor. I put it back together, and it appeared to be communicating with my PDA, but it couldn’t see any satelites (even standing at a window) which leads me to believe it’s busted. More testing required.
The flight was cramped but uneventful, which is about the best you can hope for now. I went directly from the airport to work, but didn’t stay for very long. I needed to come home and nap long enough to be awake at the orchestra dress rehearsal tonight.
I got about an hour of sleep in before Dennis called home to say that his wallet had been lost, and just under 5 more minutes before he called again to say it had been found. At that point, I gave up on the napping idea.
The good news is that I’m back at home again, but man, I hate travelling!