...the day after tomorrow. I am going to my niece's wedding in Southern California. Consequently, comments left on this site between Wednesday night and Monday morning will not be immediately approved and posted.
Please don't take it personally. Please don't fear that I have blocked you on some whim -- or that I have up and croaked. Please simply understand that I live a laptop-free lifestyle, and happily.
This will be the first time I'll have gotten on a plane in 12 years. I have already found out that I can take my crochet hook and my little gold stork scissors on the plane, but not the tiny Swiss Army knife that hangs off my keychain, not any size Swiss Army knife at all. Now that's some negative branding!
I have also discovered, to my great joy, that I will not have to take off my leg for examination. Apparently, they will be able to discern my bomblessness just by looking, feeling up my prosthetic, and sniffing it with some machine. This means I won't have to wear a skirt to avoid complicated disrobing maneuvers. This in turn means I won't have to sit on a plane for five hours (or however long it takes) with my chubby fleshy left thigh sealing itself with sweat and heat to the textured plastic exterior of the frame encasing my suction socket on the right.
See you on the other side. Meanwhile, please enjoy this view from yesterday's picnic.