Airborne

Airborne at last, listening to Alexander McCall Smith’s How to Raise an Elephant, on my iPad. I’m  laughing so hard behind my mask, I’m in danger of hyperventilating. Stuck in transito, while dining on a stellar lunch of pretzels, only 90 calories, and really bad coffee. Flight no. 2 in Denver, where I was supposed to grab a meal, didn’t happen, plane was late. I dined on another bag of pretzel mix, and brownie brittle, 70 calories, an acquired taste, and water. TG I ate two smashed madeleines for breakfast, which was a long, long time ago.