Somebody's Been Sleeping in My Bed

Goldilocks was gone. I knew she was going to be sleeping in my bed, because we swapped apartments for the first (Manhattan) week of my trip, but I did find a big pile of laundry when I got home, and that made me happy because it's a mindless task that I don't think I can botch even with no sleep for the last 30 hours. And I do want to stay awake until "normal" bedtime to try to outsmart jet lag.

The flights were uneventful but people-full. Well, almost eventful: at one point when we were past the point of no return there was a flurry of flight attendants and an announcement requesting any doctors on board to identify themselves, but the ailing passenger recovered. That's the first time that ever happened on a flight I've taken, and I wondered if we'd have to make an unscheduled landing in England, but we didn't.

To cross America, I thought I was taking a Delta flight, but it turned into something called "Song Airlines". They had a fine entertainment system and the snacks-for-sale were a perfect supplement to my brown-bag sandwich. For some reason I have trouble remembering the name of this airline, and keep calling it "Soon" Airlines, which would not be a first choice name. Better "Now," than "Soon." And both flights were on time.

Despite the fact that both JFK and Ben Gurion airports have been nicely upgraded, I am happy to be done with airports for a while (I hope).

Thanks to all of you who wished me a good trip: your wishes were granted!