Travel
The suitcase sits before me bulging, it's zippered teeth clenched laughably tight as if it might purposefully prevent the regurgitation of sweaters and socks.
I feel like taking a break now and napping. I was up early collecting news stories on Lebanon in the hope that by the time we get there, if we get there, I will understand it.
I'm not sure I am going to need the xanax to get to sleep on the 9.5 hour flight to Istanbul. At the same time I'm pretty sure I won't be able to resist popping a pill if I have one to pop.
Bernadette is down in the basement perhaps making final arrangements with her employer. Her employer loves her and just yesterday said the day Bernadette quits is the day she the employer would retire. I said that is a fine vote of confidence to have the day before you go off galavanting for a month.
We are about ready to leave for JFK.
Traffic was slow and the ride to JFK was bordered with black snow.
We are traveling the first part of the trip with a Costa Rican guy who is known by some as the Demon. Bernadette has breezed through the first part of the security check point and I am waiting to be gleaned worthy of forward progress by an ex middle linebacker...I'm sorry to be abrupt but I must post now because I am In a free wifi zone.
Let me just assure you though, Istanbul is off the hook.
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