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Sep 23

September 23

Back from Sin City with a severe case of jet lag. That’s because my red-eye flight was two hours late in taking off. This means I was up from 5 a.m. EST Sunday to 3:40 a.m. EST Monday.

I’m not one for sleeping on airplanes, especially with seat mates who aren’t related to me by blood or marriage. I also cannot sleep sitting up, not even in my own living room. By the time we touched down in Detroit at 7:10 a.m. EST, I had catnapped a total of 15 minutes. Maybe.

I will never again fly Spirit Airlines. I’m sure some people just love them; I am not among the fans. One, they nickel and dime you for everything, from overhead bins to water. I don’t know why they don’t charge for air. Two, there’s NO room. I’m a midget, and even I bumped my head on the seat in front of me. I can’t get any smaller; my sympathies to those who are bigger than me. My third reason for hating Spirit: the seat backs don’t recline. Not a smidge. It’s not just improbable, but it’s IMPOSSIBLE to get comfortable enough to doze.

On the plus side, I’m home. Vegas is flashy, it’s fun, it’s a train wreck, but I wouldn’t want to live there. Las Vegas is the gorgeous stripper you wouldn’t want your mom to meet.

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I probably shouldn’t be driving, but I had to pick up my car.

Jet lag. It’s what’s for dinner.

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Sep 1

September 1

September. I can’t believe I’m typing the word.

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It was difficult to roll out of bed today. I know. Lazy. The onset of SAD. (The sun didn’t come up until close to 7!) Plus just plain tired.

You’ll be pleased to note that I did finally get out of bed. Obviously. I cannot Instagram and post from my bed. Besides, I have a ton of things to accomplish today.

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