Jeff dropped me off before 7 for an 8 am flight. The full moon lurked low and red on the horizon. I remember thinking on the way out the door that if I croak during my voyage some poor bastard, probably Katie, will have to muck out my room. I’m thinking of buying another piece of luggage to bring home a whole bunch of lovely yummy malt bread, which you can’t get in Vancouver. Also the shoes I intend to buy, because it’s obvious that not a single pair of my shoes is fitting me properly or good for my legs and back.
Yes, I took my computer. Can’t help it.
