Through security and waiting at the gate. Travelling with the iPhone means always being on the lookout for a wifi signal. It makes things quicker in the US, and it’ll spare me international roaming charges (which are steep for data) outside the US.
I am sitting here with my wool coat on my lap. It’ll make a nice blanket on the plane, and I’ll need it when I get to London. In the meantime, though, as I sit in Phoenix in my thick angora socks, I just seem like a nut. It’s been close to 90 degrees during the day here.
I’m picking, a little compulsively, at my black coat. There is significant evidence that Waylon has somehow gained access to the front hall closet. And it kinda seems, from the amount of white hair, that he might have tried on my coat.
Surreptitious photo of other travellers. Pretty busy in the airport tonight.
You brought the iPhone! Yay.
I like the surreptitious photo : )