I'm at LHR T4.
I'm waiting at the gate -- due to take off at 15:00 and so I'll be offline for at least the next 8 or 9 hours.
Just spent the last little while with Cerra, with plenty of compersive (wider definition) frubbling (wider definition) going on. See you all later.
The previous entry was the last in British time for the moment, and for the next two weeks I'm living -- and writing -- in what passes for local time here in Washington DC and its surroundings.
I don't mind flying. In fact, I like flying. But I don't like taking off much, and I'd forgotten how much I hate landing, how awful it makes me feel.
But I'm down safely on the ground where I belong.