So Much Better On Holiday

Hello, all. I write this from the other side of the country than the one I expected to write it from; my flight got delayed, so I'm missing out on a day and a half at home. We sat on the runway for four and a half hours before the airport people cancelled most outgoing flights (possibly five hours, I'm not sure because I was asleep for the first three hours and then didn't check my watch when I got off the plane). It was pretty dreadful. But, miraculously, I had an empty seat next to me and the girl in the other seat had mastered curling up in a single airplane seat and going to sleep. I was impressed.

Anyway, I'm going to type up notes for a few hours so I don't have work to do on the plane and can devote my time to reading... hmm. Possibly Guns, Germs, and Steel because I have it with me but haven't yet started it. I finished The Year of Magical Thinking last night, and it is a very curious book. Parts of it seemed to travel without my brain's permission directly to the nerves controlling my tear ducts, but there were also bits that were very logical and clinical. Strange, but also effective. And the emotional response to the book duplicates the "waves" of grief that she talks about, and that almost all who are grieving seem to experience. Clever woman. But I'm gone -- notes to type! And perhaps I'll consider getting dressed in something not fleece and some point today. Farewell, and I look forward to my imminent return to Canada's Wyoming!