Wednesday, November 23, 2011
chillin at LAX
I'm sitting in a starbucks in LAX, one of the messier, more unwieldy airports I've been to. It's 1am, 3am Haiti time, and I left Kellyanne's house 20 hours ago. I've been in planes or airports ever since and have 10 hours before I'll be in Seattle and I feel delightfully seedy.
I'm heading to the fabulous Savos of Seattle for thanksgiving and a week of wintry Washington weather before returning to the warmth of the tropics in Thailand. Ah, Starbucks is closing, so I'm off to wander, or find a little cranny for a bit of a kip.
(I've been curled up dozing on the only bench thing I could find, and it's seriously chilly in here. I've been using my pack cover to keep warm - same cover ma sewed for me when I was a teenager ... earlier on I was struggling to get the knots undone because of all the transfer tags around the cord, and I asked a builder to cut them for me. Years and years ago, when the bag was much newer, I told my sister Ains if she could get the knots undone I'd give her a cow. I still haven't given her that cow.)