My flight was completely uneventful. I got to the airport at 3 a.m., waited outside for 45 minutes, realized a machine gun was pointed right at me at one moment in line (shudder). I checked my laptop and phone but didn’t need to, and could have brought a book on board after all. British Airways is confused. No surprise there. I nodded off sitting in the bus terminal like waiting room, as Jurassic Park played on TV. Bought a tiny Ganesha figurine for a number of personal reasons. Got on the plane, took an Ativan, slept for six hours.
Now I’m in London, meeting Celia and Dan this evening in the hotel bar of where I’m crashing for the night. As it happens, my best friend is in town tomorrow on a one day pitch! Very convenient to see her here and not to have to wait till I’m back on the East Coast.
First impressions upon entering London: traffic is quiet and orderly. Where are all the interstitial vehicles that dart in and out of traffic? Where did they go?
Next impressions: I need a shower and some more sleep. I’m going to do that.