I will not laugh when the teacher calls my name

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Allowing for the substitution of airport wi-fi for the once-ubiquitous payphone, it turns out that the experience of traveling without a phone has not actually changed all that much since college, the most airborne era of my life, although of course almost everything else about flying has. I did read one and a half of my trip books, but frankly spent most of the flight distracted by the beaten metal blue of the ocean dotted in duplicate by clouds and their shadows under the sun-hazed curve of the horizon. Waiting at the gate, I had a lovely conversation with a British couple after one of them almost spilled his entire coffee on me and in the reassurances afterward that I had not been scalded or even spattered, the other spotted the Blitz novel in my hand with the result that I am now in possession of several family stories entrusted to me by someone with whom I did not exchange names; also a recommendation for a novel that sounded like it was about Andrée de Jongh, so I recommended back One of Our Aircraft Is Missing (1942). I navigated the public transit of the D.C. metro area by pre-written directions. selkie presented me instantly with a further stack of birthday books on arrival. I did not see any of the aurora, but my godchild who has attained full adolescent disaffection hugged me so much he didn't let go even to finish dinner. He has teal-green hair and is now my height or taller. He is a terrific kid.

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Aw, so glad you got there okay. That sounds like a lovely welcome!

Thank you! And then I slept nine or ten hours!