B. bought me a membership in the Harry and David Fruit-of-the-Month Club, and the first shipment (a box of “Oregold” peaches, very buttery and tasty) was waiting for me when I pulled back into Seattle tonight.
New laptop is supposed to ship tomorrow.
Lonely, tired, and pretty sick, but things are looking up.
The nutshell view, because sleep can only be a good thing:
Less highlighty: Getting sick. Incompetent Staples cashiers. Heat. Having to leave.
Also, the following snippet of conversation, to a trainee bus driver from her mentor, as we were being shuttled from our flight to the main terminal: