I have been up since the absolute crack of dawn, and I am feeling myself starting to fade, so this will be short.

I don’t know how it happened, but I hit the jackpot:  I got to sit in First Class for my first flight.

I am spoiled for life.

That seat was so huge, the legroom was enormous,  and it was a miracle to just hop right off the plane and not have to wait for everybody and their brother to get their honking carry-ons down.

The other two flights (yes, I had TWO connections) weren’t spectacular, but they weren’t bad.  Aisle seats for both, but I did have someone lay down in my lap for part of one of them.  I hate that.  I suppose it’s mostly because my legs are long and there isn’t much for them to begin with.

The second part of the jackpot came when I got to Des Moines.  Leisurely walked through the terminal to the baggage claim, arrived just as it started to move.  (That never happens.  It always seems to be many minutes of waiting).  And!  Guess who’s TWO suitcases were the very first TWO suitcases???

I’ll report on the show later, but I wanted to say a quick hello, how are you, did you miss me, before finding somewhere soft to lay down.  Just to rest my eyes for a minute.

So — how are you?  Did you miss me?  I missed all of you!

I’m supposed to be finalizing my handouts, packing my bags, making sure the family has food to eat, and doing a million other little things before I head to New Hampshire on Wednesday.

All I really want to do is figure out what knitting to take with me.  I want to be sure to have enough.  Plus, I’m trying to make sure one of the knitting projects I’m taking with me gets past the complicated part, so that it’s just knit, knit, knit all the way there.  Hmmm.  Better find my iPod, too, and make sure it’s charged and has the latest new tunes loaded.

Needless to say, there won’t be much going on around here on the blog.  Not that there’s been much going on to speak of anyway.

I’ll see you in a week.

I can always tell when I’m getting close to deadlines because I start having weird dreams, and remembering them when I wake up.

Usually the dream I have in this situation is the “It’s the Chemistry Final and you haven’t been to class all semester and haven’t turned in any homework and you aren’t going to graduate unless you ace the final that you haven’t studied for.”

It feels very real and frightening, but it’s just a dream, it isn’t based on actual true events.

Last night, though, my weird dream was a little too close to home:

I was at MQX (The machine quilting show I’m teaching at next week in New Hampshire) and I discovered that:

(a) I had not brought any copies of either of my books and

(b) I had not brought any of my handouts.  No hard copy, no electronic copy, and there was no way for me to tell my DH how to send me a copy because I didn’t know where they were.

And class started in an hour.

Needless to say, I’ll be quadruple checking my baggage before I leave the house next week and making backup plans to my backup plans for handouts and such.  Yikes.