So I'm at Vancouver airport, waiting for our flight to Honolulu. We were supposed to take off at 5:40pm local time and it is now 10:12pm (which means it's 1am Toronto time). We don't even take off until 1:20am (unless we're delayed again). So that's pretty much a day of our trip missed. It's a frigging six hour flight. Ugghhhhhh. What is it with patience? I mean, I understand, universe! You're trying to teach me patience!
But there's not much to convince me I haven't been patient enough. Anyway, I'm here in this lovely lounge that J's credit card got us into. The credit card is worth its weight in gold. I'm here, sitting, waiting. Thinking. J is trying to sleep. I can't sleep in public places, as a rule. I may very well be three weeks pregnant (I may very well not be). I have not been allowed to drink alcohol or very much caffeine today which is probably a good thing. I am trying to be okay with the fact that a day of our week long vacation has vanished into thin air (poof!) like so many other things: years of my life, a baby, delusions of grandeur, et cetera. Things just slip past. I are overly fortunate and comfortable in some ways and so poor in others. Is that to balance things out? Is this to show me that I should just take things as they come? (Yes, of course, and no, it's just the luck of the draw, in every way.) I wandered around the airport and bought a toothbrush and some face wipes. What more do I need? Nothing at all. Maybe a bed! A bed would be nice.
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