Mmm, free wifi

[desperance]

I am at San Jose Airport, otherwise known as the Airport of Continuingly Dreadful Coffee. Why is this? (It may be that this is the only airport where I come and go early enough that coffee is what I drink here? Generally my drink-of-choice while waiting for a plane would be alcoholic, wherever in the day we were. Just, not quite this early...)

It is early, and I am from home. This is the first time m'wife and I have parted, in seven months. It feels very odd. She has gone home to feed the boys and sleep more; she will be the one to face down the cleaners and buy the wine and decide what's for dinner tonight. (The leftovers from yesterday are on the top shelf of the fridge.)

I am flying to Portland for a couple of days with Shannon and Mark. I haven't been on a plane since I came to the US, back in March; it's the first time for years that I've kept my feet on the ground so long. Also, I used my green card for ID. Never done that before. It works, apparently.

All around me, people are finishing their NaNo novels working virtuously on their laptops. I suppose I must look like that too, but really this is just a placeholder. Don't want to work. Mostly I want to watch planes, read my book, drink this dreadful coffee and figure out some way to face the world with everything I know about it. I'll let you know how that goes.