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In LAX. I got here at 11 a.m. and I don’t even board until after 1 p.m. (Ken had a business lunch appt, so he dropped me off early.) I’ve browsed magazines, looked at the top-selling books, eaten an overpriced and highly disappointing sandwich (I ordered a tuna sandwich and got a tuna melt. I think warm tuna is an abomination. Bleah.), and now I’m in the gate area, where there is a truly annoying constant ringing. It’s barely 12:30 p.m. Ah well.

And just as I typed that, the ringing stopped. What a relief.

There are no outlets anywhere. Also annoying. Especially since my phone battery beeped to let me know it was almost out of power right as I was leaving the house.

Hey, now some guy is playing guitar. I thought it was over the sound system until someone clapped. He’s really good!

2:24 p.m. On the plane, and now back off again. Mechanical problems. Sigh.

2:36 p.m. A new plane is coming. We’ll leave at 3:30 p.m., so only about a 2-hour delay. I’m just grateful I don’t have a connecting flight to miss, and that I had a phone so I could alert Phaedra. I did find an outlet—the only one in this bloody terminal, apparently—so I had about 10 minutes of juicing up Afalwen and the phone before they moved us to the new gate. Oh, I take that back—I did find another outlet. At the entrance to the men’s room. I think I’ll take my chances that I charged the phone enough, rather than sitting on the floor right there…

As long as my suitcase shows up in Portland when I do, everything will be fine.

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Currently Reading: Women Writing Science Fiction As Men anthology, for the workshop

Lately Listened To: annoying ringing, pretty live guitar, murmur of conversation