Checking In

Hello, world. I am in America now. And hanging about in Philadelphia’s terminal F for the next few hours. I have a wall socket and a wifi hotspot. I am reasonably content. I had given some thought to calling up friends and leaving the airport for a bit, but having had to run the TSA gauntlet upon arrival, my thought about going through security again here is hell no. Sorry, Philadelphia.

So, America: Anything interesting happen while I was away? I’m guessing not. But maybe you can tell me.

Going Home

I sure hope they’ve glued the wings onto the plane by the time I get to the airport!

Note to Germany: Thanks. You were wonderful.

Note to United States: I am coming. Pick the place up before I get there. I’ll notice if you made a mess while I’m away.

And here we go.