The Meg Has Landed!

I wrote six pages of notes in the airport. I have more to add.

I just don't know where to begin.

As I said, I barely slept last night. Heck, I've barely slept for the past two weeks! Once I went out, I thought I'd feel fine. I didn't.

I felt fantastic. I'm still dressed ~ it's been 12 hours now, which may be a new record for Meg.

Longer story to follow. Short story:
Taxi to mall in drab. Change in family restroom in about 40 minutes. Now its Meg all the way! French nails done. Shopped a tiny bit. Taxi to airport. Serious patdown routine (it turns out Flexees cinches have metal stays). TWO people said I had the wrong ID! Not a lot of interaction, and the woman next to me had a problem of some sort. Her ?daughter and grandson? sat across the aisle and she did nothing the entire flight except look straight ahead and once gesture and make a noise to get something from the woman across the aisle. Got rental car. Got dinner (takeaway). Registered.

Life is better than good. This is a day I do not want to end.

And remember ~ this is the short story. :)