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Got onto an airplane last night after kissing S goodbye; dozed and knit through the flight, which arrived in Houston at 12:15 am, well after Ground Shuttle stops running between Houston and Bryan. Collected my checked duffel bag and attempted to sleep. At first, the music in baggage claim was country, then it switched to more tolerable stuff, then someone came on over the PA to announce that there would be a test of the fire alarm. It lasted for an hour. I dozed off once or twice, once in a position that caused both of my arms to fall asleep. At around 7 am, I moved upstairs to the ticketing area and discovered I should have moved up there much earlier - no piped-in music. By 7, however, people were showing up to catch flights.
The Ground Shuttle picked me up at 9:45 and delivered me home without incident.
Emma was happy to see me. Everything in the house is coated with a fine layer of diatomaceous earth dust, including the comforter, making it slightly less than comfortable.
The satsuma tree has lost some leaves, as has the lemon tree, but they're both still alive. The basil and eggplant are happy, as evidenced by bright green leaves and flowers on the eggplant (they've been under a grow light, inside). The tomatoes outside are completely dead. The kale and swiss chard are happy. Luna destroyed one of the baby spider plants - the pot is completely empty. Two tiny rhubarb plants are still hanging on. Only one of the strawberry seedlings is left, but it's bigger. And there are four artichoke sprouts that look happy. Oh, the fig looks like it's lost its leaves, though I haven't inspected it up close.
Over the weekend, I hope to work on some dusting, and also to work on carting soil from the backyard crop circles to the front yard. It's also time to start tomato seedlings.
I took the rest of the day off. No point in going in to the lab in this state, and my kickass minions are still kicking butt.
scrottie puts it)Got onto an airplane last night after kissing S goodbye; dozed and knit through the flight, which arrived in Houston at 12:15 am, well after Ground Shuttle stops running between Houston and Bryan. Collected my checked duffel bag and attempted to sleep. At first, the music in baggage claim was country, then it switched to more tolerable stuff, then someone came on over the PA to announce that there would be a test of the fire alarm. It lasted for an hour. I dozed off once or twice, once in a position that caused both of my arms to fall asleep. At around 7 am, I moved upstairs to the ticketing area and discovered I should have moved up there much earlier - no piped-in music. By 7, however, people were showing up to catch flights.
The Ground Shuttle picked me up at 9:45 and delivered me home without incident.
Emma was happy to see me. Everything in the house is coated with a fine layer of diatomaceous earth dust, including the comforter, making it slightly less than comfortable.
The satsuma tree has lost some leaves, as has the lemon tree, but they're both still alive. The basil and eggplant are happy, as evidenced by bright green leaves and flowers on the eggplant (they've been under a grow light, inside). The tomatoes outside are completely dead. The kale and swiss chard are happy. Luna destroyed one of the baby spider plants - the pot is completely empty. Two tiny rhubarb plants are still hanging on. Only one of the strawberry seedlings is left, but it's bigger. And there are four artichoke sprouts that look happy. Oh, the fig looks like it's lost its leaves, though I haven't inspected it up close.
Over the weekend, I hope to work on some dusting, and also to work on carting soil from the backyard crop circles to the front yard. It's also time to start tomato seedlings.
I took the rest of the day off. No point in going in to the lab in this state, and my kickass minions are still kicking butt.