Last weekend I went down to Greenville SC for their annual Mensa gathering. TYG, who would usually drive, stayed behind because after Plushie’s last injury she can’t bear the thought of him getting hurt when he’s with a dog-sitter who might not take care of him as well as we do (I miss traveling with her but I can’t say she doesn’t have a point). As she has no faith in my driving she convinced me to fly rather than drive the four hours. Much as I hate spending the money to fly, the trip down went smoothly, though I wound up traveling in the dark before dawn.
The trip back left me stuck for four or five hours in the Greensville-Spartansburg Airport as we waited for the plane. And waited. And waited. Below is the gate just minutes before one of the supposed boarding times.
That the plane wasn’t anywhere near the gate was a clear sign we’d been denied, yet again. And the airport has a piss-poor selection of places to eat and no Starbucks — not that I drink coffee but at least they have decent tea. This place? The best I could find was Constant Comment.
Instead of getting at 3:30-4 in the afternoon and unwinding I got in 10:30. I spent a lot of Monday catching up on odds and ends and getting unwound which cost me most of the day. That threw off the rest of the week.
I did get the rewrite on the first chapter of Let No Man Put Asunder finished and started Ch.2. I did a lot of work for The Local Reporter — more time than I wanted to spend, due to feeling so off. But I did get in a story on new development and got an interview for my story for next week.
The rest of time I spent primarily on research reading. It was the right move, but disappointing. And next week I’m taking Monday off for my birthday so I lose another day.
Oh well. I intend to have a fun birthday, then apply myself with vigor. We’ll see how it goes. More photos from Mensa will go up soon.
I thought I’d wrap up with this 2019 photo of Wisp, when she was still an outside cat.
#SFWApro.
