Mercury? Remember him? Remember what it’s like to travel when Mercury is retrograde?
I looked at the bus schedules and I thought I had it timed perfectly, pick up the 5:02 PM bus outside the apartments, stop and have a cup of coffee at the Hideout, catch the airport flyer, and it was all going to be good.
Missed the 5:02 bus, which dominoes right on down the line to the point that I was back with the cab to the airport.
Even then, my usual fax itinerary didn’t muster past security, go back, stand in line, get a printed boarding pass.
In the long run, it’s all good.
What’s the secret?
Schlotzky’s Cappuccino, Amy’s Ice Cream, life is all right.
