I'm writing to you from Land O'Lakes Arts Academy, having arrived for Parents Weekend. Snowman has class for another half hour, so I am marking time waiting for him. My trip went smoothly, both flights amazingly close to on time.
One wrinkle: my plan to carry only the Kindle for entertainment collapsed when I slipped on my way to bed last night and cracked its case.
I'll pause for your collective gasp of horror.
(I have a number to call at Amazon, but I doubt they'll be able to do anything. At least they answered my email promptly and kindly, saying they hoped I was okay.)
You'll be happy to know that other than a mildly jammed toe and sore wrists from the landing, I am not badly injured. The Kindle is another matter.
My penance: two flights with no reading material, as the security lines in City By the Sea and the short layover in the Motor City prevented the purchase of so much as a newspaper.
But I am here now. In my lakeview room, I have a view, wireless and a TV so old that you change the channel with buttons, and only the "down" button works. I think I'll leave it on MSNBC, because it's a long way around 99 channels changed manually when your hands hurt.
Here is my view: