I write constantly these days, reminders about items to include in my journal, things to do (such as ordering a 3rd or 4th replacement cable for my digital camera, since I have lost all the previous ones), incomprehensible words, phone numbers belonging to god knows who. Sometimes these are single pages from the notepads in hotels, scrawled with the first sentence or paragraph of stories I will someday write. Other times the notes find their way into a small notebook I carry in my pocketbook, now almost filled, tiny letters dancing even in the margins.

Last week when I was away at the conference, I sat next to a guy at lunch whose first name was Mickey. His last name started with M. He introduced me to his co-worker who was sitting next to him. His first name was Donald and last name began with a D. This could only have happened in Florida.

Now I am once again headed to Florida, but this time to the mouse kingdom itself. These were some of the comments I overhead as my butt was comfortably ensconced (with entirely no guilt) in the forward cabin:
Kid, excitedly, “ They all have water!”
Kid, a few rows later, with distinctly dampened enthusiasm, “Oh, well, not *all* of them.”

Dad, passing through, “This is first class. We’re in no class.”

Kid, with disappointment as she eyes the cloth seats a few rows back, “Oooooh, I want leather.” (I almost told her that’s a good attitude that she should keep with her the rest of her life, but decided her parental units would not appreciate the editorializing.)

A teenager just approached the flight attendant and asked where he could smoke. Are people really this fucking stupid? I have no compassion or sense of humor while traveling as evidenced by my surly reaction to being asked to change seats (to a window, from my prized aisle seat) so that a family could sit together. I told the flight attendant they should have planned better, but did, reluctantly switch seats, something I would only do when children are involved. I should write a book called Random Acts of Bad-Tempered Churlishness or Curmudgeonly Behavior for Dummies.

Exercise: Standing in a line of approximately 5,782 people waiting for taxis at the Orlando airport. That has to be the most poorly organized and run taxi dispatching system I've ever seen.

Music: The 18 songs I downloaded last night :)

Movies: I brought my 3 Netflix movies with me so that I can hibernate in my hotel room with them and avoid the humidity of Florida. They include 25th Hour, Hilary and Jackie, and The Hours.