Monday Travel Day

I am at Big Apple Bagels in Lansing, Michigan, on Tuesday when I write this about Monday. Monday was a travel day, and I flew all night to be in Michigan and still have Tuesday available to me. When flying to the East, it is the travel time and the time change, thus a total of 7 hours for Portland to Detroit (if you take the fast direct flight). If you leave in the morning, you still get there in the evening. Today, I chose to be tired rather than be late.

On Monday, I rose with the sunrise, but I had been ill the night before, and it was hard going. I made one cup of instant coffee and had that with a banana and a yogurt. I wrote the blog and kept track of the time. I had some medical appointments and insurance issues to look into, but I will get to those now on my return. I am too tired and out of focus to deal with it. And grumpy.

I get the COVID-19 and Flu A&B tests out and perform that ritual (one most of us know from the Pandemic), and am greatly relieved when the various checks all come back negative. Just a bad reaction to the Nachos and coffee from the night before. Emily from Skyrizi calls, and I mention that I had leg cramps only in the leg I injected. I share the lot number with her (I retained the boxes that the injection pens came in for these kinds of questions). She will report it.

With the blog done, I head out to finish some tasks and find a reasonable lunch. Panaera serves up kind soup, half a chicken salad sandwich, and chips. I read more Strategy & Tactics Quarterly on Dark Ages Armies while slowly enjoying my lunch. All is good.

I stop in Powell’s and escape with no purchases. No St. Louis travel books. I also found no Cahokia Mounds books at the store. I did learn that a family member (on the Hamlin side; Grandma Wild’s mother’s family) did their dissertation on the Cahokia Mounds. Hmmm.

I returned to the house, rested while the laundry finished, and then put away the clean dishes and laundry. I finished packing (though I forgot my charger for my watch and phone).

I shaved (cutting myself as I was chatting with Deborah; I was obviously tired), dressed in a dress shirt and sweater vest. Corwin stopped by, and we did a take-out order from Gyro House. Corwin will clean and vacuum while I am out, and often check on the house. I talked to my neighbors, and they are aware I am out for a week or so.

Joan S picked me up at 7:30, drove to PDX, and dropped me off at Delta. Thanks, Joan S.

I managed to check in my large bag and discovered TSA had no lines. My inhalers trigger a check of my bag. The coffee was in my large bag this time. That took no time to resolve.

Next, I found a beer at Deschutes Brewery next to my gate. I enjoyed one beer and then read more email and news. I saw that President Trump’s self-published image of himself as Christ was having a considerable impact. He later claimed the image was him as a doctor, not a prophet, and deleted it. This all started when he got into it with the Pope. Hmmm.

I was hoping for a meme of Trump’s cabinet that resembles The Last Supper, with the central figure, Trump, saying, “You are fired!” and the others saying, “Is it me?” I heard that Iran was supporting the Pope. Hmmm.

The flight was the usual four hours and change to Detroit, and I watched movies when I could not sleep. A thunderstorm surrounded the plane, and it was amazing to watch. I asked the pilots later, and they said it was a 180-degree view upfront and wonderful.

And that takes me to the morning.