Travels with Plink and Cthulhu

(written Thursday afternoon; posted via web because I can't ping my home network. Grump.

On the whole, I think the backpack is a win: I haven't had any trouble squeezing it under the seat in front of me, and it's at least manageable most of the time. Not very convenient in lines; it would be better to have a rolly I can kick ahead of me, and sometimes juggling Plink is a bit of a pain. It's tempting to get a small folding luggage cart that I could lash Plink onto.

Snapped off a fingernail juggling bags and bins in the security line. Grump. Fortunately it the second finger, which I don't use nearly as much. My few guitar lessons, way back when, were in two-finger Travis picking. Still comes in handy.

Struck up a conversation in the airport with a cute girl - just out of High School and on her way to Guatamala for a Spanish immersion program. Turns out folk music and science fiction are major interests of hers, but she hadn't heard of filk. Handed her a flier for CC&S; offered to give her a listen in Dallas but she'd vanished by the time I got off the plane.

A couple more conversations on the plane. The woman in the seat in front of me had even heard of filk! Amazing. I think being a musician is probably better for conversation than being a software researcher, though the guy next to me on the flight to DFW was a marketer at Sun. We both spent most of the flight reading, though.

I overestimated the amount of time I'd have for a layover in Dallas, spent much of the time walking, and ended up eating a hot dog as a fast-food lunch. The flight was about half an hour late leaving: they were replacing a light. Better safe, and all that... Not clear how much dinner I'm going to get, but there's a good supply of Odwalla bars in my luggage; I'll do OK.

The Dallas-to-Columbus leg of the flight is a puddle-jumper; my seat is both an aisle and a window. So no conversations. No legroom, either. I'm going to hurt tomorrow.

Travels with Plink and Cthulhu

I have my computer and songbook; the only thing I seem to have forgotten to pack was the coffee. Foo!

Walkies, sort of

Went out for a short walk - about 40 minutes around the little business loop in front of the hotel. Still, I managed to raise a bit of a sweat, so it must have done some good. Still worried about the cramps in my left leg, so took it easy and took a Flexeril when I got back. Yay for cyclobenzeprine.

(Cross-posted on mdlbear and healthy_fen.)