Somehow we got to airport, oops no baggage allowed on checkin. I left ellie in the car, so a major repack of our one large case into 4 carry ons kerbside. My daughter helped me make 4 days worth of pills so I could leave my bag behind, all the German tablets on display. We were forced to travel light. These super cheap frequent flyer deals have catches. I thought I knew it all.
We all raced to our gate 59,no plane, ohno. Another girl said gate 55, we are the last to board again, cutting it fine a family trait.
My heart was pounding, from the pressure, from the running. Cortisol is good, I need the glucose to cover it, so breakfast on arrival. My biological awareness informs so much of my awareness and action. I will rest today.
I will find a place in Launceston for a massage
My son and daughter are great travellers, so helpful, they both got window seats. they got treats for breaky on the plane. It's Sydney airport and botany bay are beautiful. I want my son to remember these moments.
We gazed out the window in awe together
With the uncertainty of life was memories are precious to me.
My wife and I are hoarders, I hoarde travel memories and she hoardes papers and objects. But the similarity is intense attachment or sentimentality, the desire to be remembered by loved ones and friends.
I parked the car and family did security and iraced through security, caught up with family, somehow my maf314 in thermos made it onto plane.
Maybe in can dive biscenoe today, the water is cool and clear. , or we can climb cradle
