I am on my way to Mexico City ... and then to Brazil. My usual travel routine. Pack at midnight. Color my hair at 1 AM. Stress all day.
Needless to say I am tired and cranky. I was worried all the way to the airport thinking I wasn't going to make it. But I did There is always some wreck or traffic on 485. I just refuse to leave 1.30 hour early for a 35 minute flight. It is the same story every time I go on a business trip. At my age, will I ever learn?
And now ... I am sitting here at my seat fighting my drowsiness and getting annoyed at the security line ... Each time I travel I feel more and more like cattle, annoyed at moms that don't discipline their kids, staring at the people that want to cut in line, and bothered by the usual delays.
Breathe I tell myself. Breathe. In 10 days I will be back home.
One thing that I am happy about is that I remembered to pack my breakfast!
I also brought some good reads, that will gently preface my aircraft slumber.
See you soon. Hopefully a little lass cranky.
... a dopo ... J