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Maybe they'd have to hold each other when it rose, all organe and full and close. Maybe that's where our romantic notions about the moon first came from. Two people holding each other to keep their hearts from breaking, because everybody they knew was dying in the cold rocks and dust piles a quarter million miles away...
The Brothers K
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tirsdag, desember 14, 2004
I made it home after a, well, exciting morning :)
Two features that made my morning particularly memorable:
1) My flight left at 6:20am.
2) I found out at 5:20am, when I arrived at SFO, that actually, well, my flight departed from SJC.
Oops.
Luckily several awesome people (re-)entered into my life at this point.
1) The lady at United-SFO who rebooked me on another flight out of SJC (I promise) at 8:40am....for free.
2) David C, who had just gotten off 101 when I called, who turned around immediately and without complaint, who was doing this on about thirty minutes of dozing, who made not one, but two full-circle airport trips, to two different airports, within two hours of each other, on one day.
God bless those saints in my life. It was just icing on the cake that
1) The two people who initially sat next to me on my 8:40am flight decided to move up front to sit with their children, leaving me with - yes, that's right, an entire row of three consecutive seats on which to stretch out comfortably and then immediately pass out for the next 3.5 hours.
2) in Chicago Terminal 2 on the way to Concourse F from Concourse B, there stands a Cinnabon.
Overall, I had a remarkably blissful trip which also left me well-rested after a meager 45 minutes of napping or so from the night previous. Hi cute kitties to which I am now apparently allergic! Hi crazy father who still listens to Pink Floyd in the dark! Hi nutty mother who thinks that I'll actually be able to arise by 9am! Hi stupid brother who picked an argument over when to eat dinner within 24 hours of my arrival! Welcome home, me!
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