Travel has left my mind feeling like it i filled with wet cotton balls or mashed potatoes. As much as I try to write, I think I left most of my thoughts out while flying over the Atlantic. Sandwiched between all of the travel was the odd cat herding system of the united states TSA colliding with the longest and most unusual walk from deplaning to get to another connecting flight. Now I sit here, mentally challenged to think.
ok, one of them sighs came my way, and it isn't frustration, rather the scent of whiskey that is causing his confusion.
what is it 5:30 am?