I save a bundle skipping middle age and Saturdays

In which I am not any more present online than I have been so far this week, because the nice man on the phone at Delta informed me that ticketholders for international flights should now arrive at the airport three hours in advance of their scheduled departure times and therefore I need to run like a mad thing to Logan. Who knew Vancouver was such a terrorist hotspot?

I can hope I have packed enough books for the trip, although I almost never have.¹ With any luck, I'll have the time in-flight (and in airports) to write up Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1951), which I saw two nights ago on TCM, and the Boston Lyric Opera's Tosca, which I saw last night with fleurdelis28 and sharhaun. I am looking forward to this week immensely. And I will see all of you when I see you.

1. Philip Kemp's Lethal Innocence: The Cinema of Alexander Mackendrick (1991), Sholem Aleichem's Wandering Stars (1909), Tony Kushner's Death & Taxes: Hydriotaphia and Other Plays (2000), Rikki Ducornet's Entering Fire (1986), and possibly Andrew Hodges' Alan Turing: The Enigma (1983) even if I've finished it, because it was just that awesome. I remember there being excellent bookstores in Vancouver, but that doesn't do me much good in Minneapolis St. Paul.