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magidI called the van service yesterday, and they said that for my 6:55 A.M. flight, they'd pick me up at... 4:25. A.M. Ugh. I arranged for a 4 o'clock wake-up call, and in my usual way, didn't sleep well because I was too focused on not oversleeping anyway. The last time I woke up before the call, it was 3 o'clock. I drifted back into a doze, but the subconscious was all over this one, since the dream that was shattered when the phone rang was about party-hopping at a con, knowing I'd have to check out of the con hotel at 4 A.M.
The actual travel went smoothly. Lots of dead time in there (I so totally could've gotten at least another half hour of sleep), and the usual draining effect of airtravel when not actually doing anything, but it was fine. I schlepped into the office, and people told me to go home.
It's nice to be home. The ice still has my car in thrall, but I think it's weakening. Perhaps by Sunday my car will make a sufficiently good roll against the ice and be free!
I should be napping, but there wasn't enough time for a really solid nap without being concerned with oversleeping. I might duck out of Shabbat dinner on the early side, though.
The actual travel went smoothly. Lots of dead time in there (I so totally could've gotten at least another half hour of sleep), and the usual draining effect of airtravel when not actually doing anything, but it was fine. I schlepped into the office, and people told me to go home.
It's nice to be home. The ice still has my car in thrall, but I think it's weakening. Perhaps by Sunday my car will make a sufficiently good roll against the ice and be free!
I should be napping, but there wasn't enough time for a really solid nap without being concerned with oversleeping. I might duck out of Shabbat dinner on the early side, though.