I read a funny story online about a young woman who was terribly nervous about a job interview. She couldn't eat her regular breakfast but helped herself to a roommate's brownies, cutting one small one to keep her tummy from grumbling aloud. Little did she know they were pot brownies.
She didn't get the job.
In other news, after a ridiculous number of delays considering there was no weather issue, we made it home last night. Thirty-two hours in airports and on planes.
I could go on a rant about how Honolulu's airport is possibly with worst large-city airport in the US, but there are cities I haven't flown to/from in recent years. There's no reason to have uncomfortable seating, no electrical outlets, dirty bathrooms, and no food service (not even gift shop food) open for more than three hours before the last plane leaves, and such bad signage you can't find your way without help. Yeah, I know, it takes money to upgrade and voters won't approve it until it affects tourism, but man, it was grueling to be stuck there for nine hours.
But I digress. I am home, even if my luggage is not.
Maryn, tired and alas, still sick
But I will try to check in more often.
