Thursday, June 15: Leaving on a jet plane.

So yesterday was the mystery of the missing purple carry-on.  I went to the usual spot where I always keep the bag I use on airplanes, and it wasn't there.  Bob and I then spent the next hour looking for it -- nowhere to be found!!  So I'm using a bag given to me by my loving sister Connie as my carry-on.  There are so many messy places on our third floor that we just couldn't spend a hot afternoon doing a thorough search.  Before California we will do that....

Right now is the calm before the storm. I am actually just about totally packed, so the hour before we leave shouldn't be too bad, but we have this dance every time we go somewhere. Bob is on the computer while I am finalizing packing.  I always have to tell him to get ready -- he NEVER does it on his own.  I call his name; he replies, "What?" Um, we've done this many, many times, and he still doesn't realize that when I call his name, it's for a reason?

J

I read what I just wrote to Bob, and this was his response.

We made it to the airport even with loads of traffic on 476 -- now chilling in a wine bar while waiting for our flight.

I realized that our hotel at Heathrow is actually NOT in a terminal -- we'll have to get a taxi or Uber to get there, and I repeatedly asked the Travelocity support person whether the hotel was the one we'd stayed at before, which WAS in a terminal.  Oh, well, it's only money....