State of the Chaz

[desperance]

I? Am in San Jose airport, with an hour and a half to kill, free wifi and no power (either the sockets here are fritzed, or my power cable has died unexpectedly; if the latter, that is going to cause me grief when I get home, for how shall I work without the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection?). I have a fine view of aircraft taking off (which in my limited experience is quite unusual, actually), half of Anathem still to read and three of these airport layovers, three flights ahead of me. And y'know what? I wish I had none of this. I wish I was staying.

Karen has gone off in her rental Dodge, which is very flash but Not Her Car: it's the wrong colour, it's too clever and it doesn't have a Darwin fish on the back. Nor her plates. Basically, the universe is conspiring to say that something has gone wrong here. I ought not to be leaving.

I like it here, and so would the boys. But. But-but-but. One giant leap, etc. Like these airplanes, leaping off. I never was very leapy.

Even so. I'll see you on the other side.