Well, we are close. We’ve checked in at the airport, made it through security (very pleasant for us, a total nightmare for them– yes, you read that right. A nightmare for THEM– the stroller got stuck in the conveyor belt, they weren’t quite sure what to do with 24 vials of insulin, and they had to swab BOTH of my carry-ons from stem to stern–), and are now eating in “Roadway 66” or some other cleverly named airport slopstand with kitchy license plates and “Americana” art on the walls. I feel like many of the battles have been fought already (though the 11 flight remains before us).
Here’s to the New Year!