off to France

January 23rd, 2007

My local airport has free wifi! God, I love Vermont.

I’m waiting for my turbo prop plane to take me to JFK, where I’ll catch my flight to Paris. And instead of doing something productive, like reading a book, here I am fiddling on my computer. And eating this rather indifferent cinnamon roll. And adjusting to suddenly having nothing particular to do after spending the past 48 hours racing around like a madwoman getting ready to leave. That abrupt shift can sometimes induce a sudden zen flash of What It’s All About. But not, apparently, if you immediately plug in and start blogging.