Good things about spending Thanksgiving stuck in the Portland Airport:
-Powell's is like my own big, quiet bookshelf.
-Our (too expensive) turkey sandwiches were yummy, and mine came on a croissant.
-No Jello with celery in it.
-At least I'm not eating Thanksgiving dinner at work.
-Get to watch airplanes instead of football.
-I'm with Jim!
-Moving sidewalks.
-That's all.
Jim just installed the newest Windows beta version on his laptop. I'm deciding whether to read “The Non-Designer's Design Book” or “The Crossing,” which is so good and so sad and which I've been trying to get through for months but it's too horrific, or the cheap book I just bought at Powells, “How I left the great state of Tennessee and went on to better things.” Or maybe I'll just wander back over to the bookstore & continue reading, um, I mean, browsing “My Friend Leonard,” pining for the day it comes out in paperback (or until Jessica buys it & I can steal, um, borrow it).
So, yeah, we're in PDX. Messed up the alarm clock, so it didn't wake us up at 5 a.m. like it was supposed to. Rushed up here to see if we could catch the next flight, but it was already overbooked anyway. So now we're hanging out until the next one, which won't get us to Phoenix until about 7. So we have to skip visiting Gramma, Rachel et al in Yuma. Hopefully we can hook up with them later this weekend.
Hope you're all having a good Thanksgiving!