But my luggage may not be. Really, I couldn't make this shit up!
I got up this a.m. at 2:45 a.m., after a brief 3 hour nap, took my shower and packed the toiletries. Then went down to wait for my ride...which was already there. Excellent.
The airport was a breeze - at 4:30 a.m. it ought to be. And the flight to Phoenix was fine. But when I got off and headed to the next plane, I realized I was hungry...I stood in a 25 minute Starbucks line for a $3 danish. Ahhh, airport economies!
It was when I was at the gate for the flight to Minneapolis that I realized that my travel karma was a bit off. I had left my trashy novel on the previous flight. It wouldn't be so bad, if it had been a shorter flight, but this second leg was about 3 hours. And no book! I paged through the Skymall. Which led me to ponder questions about why we need so much stuff in our lives.
I think someone may have heard me and decided to test my resolve (I don't really think this, it's just a nice transitional vehicle), for I stood waiting at the baggage claim until the "last bag" was sent down the shute. There were about 8 of us coming in from SF through Phoenix who didn't have bags, so there's a good chance it will be in a later flight tonight. I'll let you know tomorrow.
But if it doesn't come in...well, I have to find gifts on a very limited budget (not to mention buy underwear). I'm just hopeful that it does come in on this next flight (our flight was #757 and the next flight was #751...they could have been confused...).
So when I left the airport I was shaking. It was about 2 p.m. California time, and I realized that I'd only eaten that danish, a handful of pistachios and a handful of pretzels since I got up this a.m. Mom jumped in and ordered pizza. Yay, mom...but now that there is no hunger keeping me sharp, I'm tending to zone out a bit.
Anyway, that is my journey. I'm too tired tonight to really feel depressed, but it does feel like just another thing is hitting me over the head at a most inopportune time. So if anyone has a good connection to a travel god, please send up some prayers for the return of my luggage.
Luggage or not, tomorrow I get to finish my holiday shopping...woohoo! on Christmas eve.
Hope your day was brighter than mine.