Saturday-Sunday
Got my suitcase packed. I’m taking a break to cool off. Packed except for shower stuff, which I’m going to do. Done packing. I had to leave my suntan lotion because it just wouldn’t fit.
Stored my luggage in the hotel office and went to have lunch. I’m stalling because I have a lot of time to kill. Had some excellent mango shortbread.
At the airport. I returned the car. The agricultural inspection people told me to come back later. Sigh. I did come back at 6 PM, and there was a long line. The reservation agent said that I will have to pick up my checked luggage in Chicago and check it back through to Detroit because I booked it separately. A. Noy. Ing.
I got a burger and fries at an airport restaurant, and ugh. I can’t finish the fries.
I slept my way through to LA. And hey, it’s my birthday. I slept my way to Chicago too. I’m at O’Hare, waiting for my last leg to Detroit. I love Hawai’i, but man, this trip takes it out of me.
I made it back to Detroit and got the shuttle car home. Zara was uncharacteristically vocal in greeting me. No sign of Mimi yet. I have to work tomorrow, so I need to crash soon.