was supposed to leave my building at 1215 on Friday to get to a meeting on main campus by 1230. I didn't leave until 1400; needless to say I didn't make the meeting and went straight home instead. I finished up packing (not much to do; I'd done the vast majority of it the day before) and went out to catch the red line.
I was really tired and badly wanted a nap, but knew I would have no chance before I got on the plane. On a typical Friday, I get a snooze from 1600 - 1700, but not this Friday. I left home ~1510 and was at Logan less than an hour later. Unfortunately it took me about 20 minutes to get through security, even though I went through the "expert" lane.
My first stop was the L'Occitane
store at Terminal A (satellite), as I was out of shea butter (both hand cream and body cream). Next, I hit the Duty Free shop on the hunt for some Cadbury, but they only had two bags of Dairy Milk Caramel, but they were both dated for November 2009. While I go through chocolate at a good clip, I would have a difficult time finishing an entire bag in just three weeks. One for two, I stopped at Fresh City and got a salad wrap to take on the plane with me. I then trundled back to the main part of Terminal A and sat down to wait for the flight announcement. The plane was on the ground for 1700, which meant a 1758 (scheduled) departure shouldn't be a problem, given the lack of weather.
My original seat was 17B, but I managed to get into 10C, a non-reclining aisle, when I did online check in the day before (sequence #5). Continental has done away with on board pillows and blankets, but it wasn't a long enough flight for me to need to BYOB. I ate my salad wrap after I boarded, and the plane pushed back about six minutes early. I was asleep long before takeoff. No surprise.
I woke up when the cart came down the aisle, but I had my own bottle of water so I didn't need anything they offered. The flight was announced at 1h34m, and due to our early departure and lack of other trouble, the captain predicted our arrival approximately 25m early. I whiled away the flight doing puzzles (first in the in flight magazine, then my own Games Magazine). We hit the ground at 1940 and I called Dad, who had just arrived at the airport.
I was off and down the concourse and met up with Dad, we were soon on our way back home (home
(n): where you keep your slippers). Mum and Toby were outside waiting for us when we pulled onto the driveway. Dad and I each had some pie and (pouring) cream, and we all unwound a bit before bedtime. Dad unwound so much that he fell asleep on the couch and I had to send him to bed.
Saturday: slept really
well overnight. Got up, had breakfast. Dad and I watched some war programme on the telly. Toby and Mum got up not much later and we plotted out the day: Toby walk, grocery shop, cake making, lunch at home, more cakes, Toby walk, dinner out, cake cleanup.
And that's pretty much how the day went. I had a Starbucks hot chocolate for morning snack; haven't done that in quite a while. Decadent! The temperature of the day went up to the mid 60s. Dad and Toby even sat outside while Mum and I slaved over cakes. I had a post-lunch nap, negating the need for a late afternoon snooze. Probably more accurate to say that I couldn't stop myself from sleeping I was so tired.
After dinner we came home and watched The Secret Life of Bees
, which is a good film (and a chick flick, but Dad doesn't mind).
We made two cakes: one is cooled and put away, one is cooling. Tomorrow we do it all over again, as at a grand total of six cakes, we have to make two per day. I don't know when we get to marzipan and ice them! That may have to wait for a few weeks. Mum has been giving the cakes liberal drinks of brandy, both soaking the fruit and then later after they come out of the oven.