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!