I’ve been sick the last few days. Meh.
I went down to Georgia last weekend, looking for a soul to steal, as usual. My grandparents have attained their sixtieth year of marriage this year, so I spent 20 hours in the Atlanta suburb in which I once resided.
The lady at the check-in counter told me to have a nice flight, and I said “you too.” I used to enjoy flying, but the soviet checkpoints we must navigate now have really killed it for me. Wearing my EFF shirt, I was surprised to not get the magic SSSes on my boarding pass. The trek through the screening area still sucked, though, even without the special treatment. I expect that for Thanksgiving I’ll be driving my car instead. Thanks, 4th amendment haters.
My grandparents are doing well. My grandfather congratulated me on the engagement news and wished us our own 60 years of bliss. We grandchildren presented them with a scrapbook of various detritus of our lives and toasted their health. Teary tributes were made, and so on. It was a nice visit, if too brief.