Looking out my window this morning, I wondered what little old lady looked out in horror on 9/11/01. I hope I never see anything worse than bad weather out that window.
Made my plans to get to Kona. Decided to take the train to Seattle. I like Seattle. I like the train. So that was a no-brainer. If the train is on time, a huge “if”, I’ll have about 48 hours in Seattle. Then catch a plane to Kona on Halloween.
The house wifi kept cutting out while I was making reservations. Finally, the elderly brain kicked in enough to remember the phone hotspots nicely. So, I made train, hotel, and plane reservations.
How did we get there? It was on my watch. I feel some responsibility.
Looking forward to dinner with my Asylum family tonight. And it’s not even free wine night. It’s about the friends, not the food.