Am back

[oyceter]

Am home. Too tired to have sense of humor. Lost pronouns.

Plane at Chicago was delayed for five hours, due to weather, then air traffic, then weather again. V. v. sick of sitting on airplane, especially in row right in front of extremely angry baby who screamed for the entire time.

Due to plane delay, missed BART to car and was charged exorbitant price by taxi.

Delicious lemon basil vinaigrette from farmers' market broke in luggage, too stupid to put in plastic bag earlier in the day. Am too tired to be raging mad. New book on women authors and their favorite fairy tales found at Room of One's Own (ok, stolen from heresluck, who really found it) has been stained by vinaigrette. Entire suitcase soaked. Clothes soaked. Hate smell of vinaigrette now.

Showering now so can stop smelling like vinaigrette from aborted rescue mission of books and clothes. At least knitting project escaped unscathed, or fury would be immense.

Comments

[heresluck]

Oh dear -- I'm so sorry about the vinaigrette! I should have thought to suggest a plastic bag...

[oyceter]

Yeah... I was thinking the same thing when I chucked it in my bag, but nothing's ever broken in there before. Go fig.