home at last! i thought that flight would never end. i do not like air travel. hunkering in a tiny space with strangers who, when asleep, take up half your seat space, is in no way pleasant. inflight entertainment and shopping do not even excite me the way they used to. i have grown old and hawkish, and like those predator-like middle-aged men and women, i now focus on looking for an empty row of seats to stretch out on. the merit of being old is that you really do not care about how others look at you anymore. not when your comfort for the next ten hours is at stake.

it is so nice to bask once more in our tropical warmth. i don’t think i have given our weather due credit in all my years here. but the past week has been especially miserable with the rather unexpectedly chilly weather in nyc, and what with sinuses and chronic coughs, i really did miss the constant summer sunshine that we (oh ingrates!) whine about endlessly. i know i will forget this when the next blazing hot day comes along, but for now, i am all meek gratitude.

flying again in less than 12 hours. i am no jetsetting executive, so this is rather too much for me. i wish i could just finish my hot milo, curl up in bed, and spend the morrow getting ready for practice as always. but reality dictates… that i start packing, all over again.



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