Busy day yesterday.
I woke up yesterday much earlier than usual. I put on three pants before finding the ones that I had wanted to wear. I was at multiplexer and ect's place in Maryland, and capital_l and I were to fly back to Boston that day.
We got up early to say goodbye to the house kindergartener, and an hour later to work-bound multiplexer. Then we packed our dirty clothes, a china tea set, and a pile of unexpanded 2l-bottle blanks and took off for breakfast at Frank's Diner on MD-1, just 7 miles from BWI. Frank's is a 52-year-old *real* diner: used and well-maintained, but rarely updated. I had a tuna melt and capital_l and ect both had breakfast. We wished ect a good day and left to drop off our 2012 Mazda 5 at the satellite car rental facility.
After successfully avoiding both the pornoscanner and luggage-search, we settled by an outlet and finished some electronic errands. Capital_l finished her poster for Friday and I received an invitation to an upcoming science-art show. The Embraer 190 zipped us to Logan in about an hour while my phone's GPS repeatedly failed to track our progress.
Being old pros at this, we knew how to get out of the airport quickly: head to ground transpo, take the second-to-right-most door and get on the bus to the T. At the Airport T station, head over the tracks and may way to the front of the train. From the front, you get to take the special stairs up to the Green line level at Government Center. Snag a C to Park Street, walk to the very front, then transfer to the soon-to-be-crowded D train and get a seat.
Once home, we were a whirlwind of activity: bring the mail up, sweep the floors, clean the catbox, vacuum the litter area, empty the vacuum, take out the trash, unpack the clothes, start the laundry, run out to deposit the paycheck and pick up a roaster for dinner, plop the chicken in the dutch oven with the remote temperature probe, swap the laundry, send the two e-mails that had to be sent immediately, finish the online resume for potential job #1, catch up on other digital errands, feed the cats, open the wine, feed the humans, flip on the projector, finish the last three episodes of the BSG series (Asimo! Really?!?), fold two weeks of clothes, brush teeth, and go to bed.
It was one hell of a day.
This message brought to you because I don't feel like writing about anything serious.
We got up early to say goodbye to the house kindergartener, and an hour later to work-bound multiplexer. Then we packed our dirty clothes, a china tea set, and a pile of unexpanded 2l-bottle blanks and took off for breakfast at Frank's Diner on MD-1, just 7 miles from BWI. Frank's is a 52-year-old *real* diner: used and well-maintained, but rarely updated. I had a tuna melt and capital_l and ect both had breakfast. We wished ect a good day and left to drop off our 2012 Mazda 5 at the satellite car rental facility.
After successfully avoiding both the pornoscanner and luggage-search, we settled by an outlet and finished some electronic errands. Capital_l finished her poster for Friday and I received an invitation to an upcoming science-art show. The Embraer 190 zipped us to Logan in about an hour while my phone's GPS repeatedly failed to track our progress.
Being old pros at this, we knew how to get out of the airport quickly: head to ground transpo, take the second-to-right-most door and get on the bus to the T. At the Airport T station, head over the tracks and may way to the front of the train. From the front, you get to take the special stairs up to the Green line level at Government Center. Snag a C to Park Street, walk to the very front, then transfer to the soon-to-be-crowded D train and get a seat.
Once home, we were a whirlwind of activity: bring the mail up, sweep the floors, clean the catbox, vacuum the litter area, empty the vacuum, take out the trash, unpack the clothes, start the laundry, run out to deposit the paycheck and pick up a roaster for dinner, plop the chicken in the dutch oven with the remote temperature probe, swap the laundry, send the two e-mails that had to be sent immediately, finish the online resume for potential job #1, catch up on other digital errands, feed the cats, open the wine, feed the humans, flip on the projector, finish the last three episodes of the BSG series (Asimo! Really?!?), fold two weeks of clothes, brush teeth, and go to bed.
It was one hell of a day.
This message brought to you because I don't feel like writing about anything serious.