Hooniac Haven

Well, the fog came in on little cat feet on the day I was to move out. The fisherman adage, "fog by 7, gone by 11" was only slightly off and my 10:45 am flight actually left about 1. Since my jet to Anchorage was due to leave at 1:05, things didn't look good for my peaceful sleep at home. But, as luck would have it, the jet was late arriving from also foggy Wrangell and I left Juneau at about 2:30. I ate a generous chocolate dessert with ice cream at Chili's in Anchorage while I caught up with my email. We loaded onto the plane for the 6:20 flight to Fairbanks and then off-loaded again to get on a plane that was mechanically sound- always a good investment.

And then things really got bad- I vomited all that chocolate dessert from the time of plane taxiing to about 10,000 feet, exactly the time when we are supposed to be strapped in and immobile. The desperate flight attendents gave me a plastic bag the size of a body bag to vomit in. They probably wanted me to encase myself into it so they had none of the sensory input. Truly, I wanted to comply. Instead, I contented myself in speculating on possible death and as soon as they said, "it's open now", I dashed for the non-rest room and completed the dirty deed. Grooming was marginally possible, but at least the plane wasn't full.

I'm currently task avoiding- I'm packing to leave again on Monday morning for Ft. Yukon, about 200 miles north of here. It snowed here lightly so it might be very cold there for my 10 day stint. I will be teaching a HSGQE (high school graduation qualifying exam) Academy for students who are hoping to pass in a few weeks. I'll have 8 students and I'm packing a full bag of tricks, including prizes, buzzers and magazines to try to make reading, writing and math interesting to students who probably haven't had a high level of success. I'm hoping to blog and floss regularly, so stay tuned. No chocolate should help my weight loss aspirations.