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...And we are now in DC, and yes, the flight was awful, and no, vtwopointoh, I don't want to hear one more time about how we should charter our own aircraft so we don't have to deal with the rest of humanity, and yes, turning around and flying back Tuesday morning is going to be just as nightmarish, but hey, at least the flight gave me a chance to get some useful work done.
Six hundred and twenty-one Christmas cards: written, signed, addressed, assembled, and stamped, on the airplane, on one of those little tray tables (and okay, in first class, so I had a little bit more room than in steerage, but still), and okay, my calligraphy this year was a little shaky thanks to some unexpected turbulence, but BY GOD I DID THEM.
Just nobody tell Momma where I did 'em, and we'll all be good. And I hope nobody notices that we're mailing 'em from DC instead of from home this year.
Six hundred and twenty-one Christmas cards: written, signed, addressed, assembled, and stamped, on the airplane, on one of those little tray tables (and okay, in first class, so I had a little bit more room than in steerage, but still), and okay, my calligraphy this year was a little shaky thanks to some unexpected turbulence, but BY GOD I DID THEM.
Just nobody tell Momma where I did 'em, and we'll all be good. And I hope nobody notices that we're mailing 'em from DC instead of from home this year.