Friday 12/27/2024
Travel but no travail. Headed out from Laurel’s place in a light rain at 8. Turning in the car was no problem. Seatac makes you walk a mile to get to the gate, which I remembered as soon as I saw it: N17 is part of a group of four gates around a large cattle pen seating area. I’m sure Marian and I waited there for flights to SJC before. Anyway my flight soon got a gate change to the opposite end of the building, N7 in another group of four gates. The flight was slightly delayed owing to the gate change, but it was without incident — also without scenery, flying through clouds the whole 500 miles until the last 30 seconds over downtown San Jose. Home just before 3pm, and home feels very nice. Down for dinner in the dining room, telling people at the community table, about the Vashon Troll.
Codgerville 