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At this point I've been up for over 36 hours, give or take some napping on the plane.
The trip home was more eventful than I like them to be, but for some reason, my return voyages are always awful. Had a stopover in Montreal that looked reasonable on paper, but did not take into account the first flight being delayed by about an hour (from 2 am to 3 am, lol), or the elaborate dance of security theatre that involved deplaning, collecting my luggage, passing through a long customs line with those stupid kiosk things that no one knows how to use, re-checking my luggage, and going through another security check. They confiscated, for no good reason, the hot sauce I'd bought at the duty free, so I was pissed, but there was a gate change and I had seven minutes to run—and I mean run—across the length of the Montreal airport to catch the connecting flight.
It was a good thing, all considered, that I didn't attempt to bring a box of coca tea into the country, much as I love the stuff. If my hot sauce was a threat to national security I can only imagine what they'd think of a controlled substance like delicious tea.
Anyway, I'm home now, and I have my cats, and they are soft and forgive me. I'm feeling quite overwhelmed by all the shit I have to accomplish now in a very short period of time, but after finishing the first load of laundry, I think I'm just going to call it a night.
The trip home was more eventful than I like them to be, but for some reason, my return voyages are always awful. Had a stopover in Montreal that looked reasonable on paper, but did not take into account the first flight being delayed by about an hour (from 2 am to 3 am, lol), or the elaborate dance of security theatre that involved deplaning, collecting my luggage, passing through a long customs line with those stupid kiosk things that no one knows how to use, re-checking my luggage, and going through another security check. They confiscated, for no good reason, the hot sauce I'd bought at the duty free, so I was pissed, but there was a gate change and I had seven minutes to run—and I mean run—across the length of the Montreal airport to catch the connecting flight.
It was a good thing, all considered, that I didn't attempt to bring a box of coca tea into the country, much as I love the stuff. If my hot sauce was a threat to national security I can only imagine what they'd think of a controlled substance like delicious tea.
Anyway, I'm home now, and I have my cats, and they are soft and forgive me. I'm feeling quite overwhelmed by all the shit I have to accomplish now in a very short period of time, but after finishing the first load of laundry, I think I'm just going to call it a night.
