*nods sagely*
I'll leave y'all a compliment: last week, at my blood draw, the technician preparing to stick me with the needle told me "Go to your happy place." I started saying "I know very pretty people... I know very pretty people..."
I'm missing my job and I'm missing the airport.
Before the before times came to be known as "the Before Times," I was going to go to a thank-you dinner. At work. At Portland International Airport,…
There. Showered and dressed. Later, I'll eat, then go walking. Normally this would've been a work day. Which would have meant a uniform: a blue…