I decided this afternoon to do a "test run" of how I'll likely go to the airport next week. Not a necessary trip, except maybe psychologically: to remind myself that YEP I'LL BE TRAVELING SOON. (I Can Has Transit! It's been a year since I've taken a serious vacation.) I'd also decided to check with JetBlue in person about their baggage guidelines: can I get away with my backpack being a personal item and my suitcase being my carry-on? The answer is either "yes" or "no, you'll have to pay a 20-buck fee to carry on the backpack," but either answer means I can bring my backpack, and that makes packing simpler. I hope not to check anything, is the thing.
So I got out of the apartment, and the ride via the bus and the Max to the airport was a good reading opportunity, plus a good people-watching opportunity. Things went fine. I knew they would, but I think I needed to know-know. Y'know? So the airport's still there, and the ways of reaching the airport are still there, and now I know JetBlue flies out of Terminal E, and maybe I can go to Good Dog/Bad Dog while at the airport waiting for my flight. (Edit: I checked. That restaurant closes at 9 p.m., and I have a midnight flight. Maybe I'll go to that restaurant when I get back to Portland. I like Good Dog/Bad Dog from the days when there was a branch in downtown. I take my meat-eating seriously.)
Wow, a week from tomorrow and I go...
And to brag on myself (sometimes), I'm proud that I got a quick and nice "thank you" e-mail from Rick Emerson over being impressed enough with his "Emerson address" to transcribe it.