Apologies for not blogging for a couple of days - I had a v. hectic travel day on Saturday, and I needed some extreme downtime to catch up. I slept slightly later Saturday morning than intended, and that should have been fine because I'm pretty capable of getting through SF quickly (on a normal day). But first I spilled a bottle of water in my backpack as I was leaving the hotel. Luckily, I had stolen two new backpacks (and a duffel to put them in) from the swag closet at the office, so I swapped all my stuff into a new, dry backpack and tossed the other backpack into the duffel. But this set me back a few precious minutes...
...which became material when traffic around the terminals was incredibly backed up, and there was no way to avoid it because ubers can only drop off in a specific location. When I did get out, I discovered that the lines at terminal 3 were massive, and I had to stand in one of them because I had to check the aforementioned stolen duffel with one stolen backpack and one wet preowned backpack. Since I was standing in line anyway, I also checked my roll-aboard. But the checked bag line was long even with premier access, and then I discovered (to my chagrin) that they removed the CLEAR lanes in terminal 3, so I had to stand in the regular precheck line like a peasant. In fact, I was still in that line when my plane started to board...
...but I quickly escaped security and had time to grab a coffee before boarding. It was a mediocre coffee from one of the worse cafes since I didn't have time to stand in line, but it saved me.
So I flew to Denver with no issues, but I had to switch from the B terminal to the A terminal, which is always an unwelcome development. I just had time to grab some chips and guac before boarding, which I snarfed on the plane. And then I got to Des Moines with no issues, other than the fact that one of my bags did not make it with me. I knew this in Denver, since the app now says these tings, but I didn't know which bag went with which tag. So I waited at the baggage claim with baited breath to find out whether I had all my real belongings (in my rollaboard) or a bunch of backpacks (and also, strangely, a pair of Carhartt overalls in my size that I also absconded with from the office) in a stolen duffel bag. Luckily my real belongings arrived, and so I submitted a claim via the app for my stolen duffel and was on my way.
I drove home with no issues, and a couple of stops to wash my car, pick up Starbucks at the beautiful new Starbucks in Indianola, and pick up sweet corn. Then I got home in time to have dinner with Mom and [censored] - Mom made chicken and noodles, which were v. tasty. And then I slept the sleep of the dead for many hours.
Yesterday was basically a wash - I was wiped out from traveling, and while I intended to do a million things, I instead unpacked (a win), did a bit of garden stuff, and also did a whole lot of nothing. I did make cheeseburgers to go with some sweet corn, and I even toasted the buns (which made my freezer burned gluten free bun almost edible), so at least there was that.
Today was basically a slog - I got up early and was not productive enough this morning, but I made up for it by working until 7:45ish. Then I made baked some frozen french fries to go with my leftover cheeseburger (which was way more satisfying than it sounds) and watched a couple of episodes of SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE, which has been recommended to me many times by many people. And now I need to go to bed - goodnight!
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