So my luggage showed up on my front door about 4 days after I did. Yes, I still went shopping for new clothes on Northwest’s dime.

I hate flying. From now, I’m only going to hitch rides on poultry trucks or whatever it is people did before the time of inept air carriers.

In other news, I’m due in India for a dear cousin’s wedding sometime in December. Yes, I don’t know what I’ll do either. Adventures!