In my 25 years (or so) of frequent air travel (I started when I was a baby, really!), I have never lost a bag.
Until today. Well, yesterday, technically.
I flew into Manchester, New Hampshire, on Wednesday evening, with a changeover at Dulles, and when the bags arrived at baggage claim, mine was not with them. Along with about ten other people's bags. That is 20% of the entire flight! What the heck is going on in Washington, D.C.?*
I'm not too bad off, luckily. I brought an unusually large carry-on bag with all my running clothes (and I mean enough to run about four marathons, not just one half-marathon). I was a little concerned that I might not have put my pajamas in the carry-on bag (why wouldn't I? because it's full of running clothes), but in a moment of good sense and foresight, I did. Actually I could probably just about get along fine with just that bag. Except that all my hair products are in the checked bag. (Because, you know, no gels or liquids over three ounces.)
The bag is supposed to come in tomorrow morning so I'll pick it up before heading north to Maine.
This post is also my first extended use of my new travel-sized Asus Eee laptop. The keyboard is a little small so I have to hunt and peck (too many typos with traditional touch typing), and the cursor is very jumpy. I have to make fairly frequent corrections and be really careful or my whwriting witll lolokl liekl this. However, it is totally worth it not carrying a heavy, bulky laptop around.
And why am I sitting here in the faux quaint lobby of the Highlander Inn when it is 1:30 a.m. and I should be in bed? Because my computer says it's 10:30 p.m. and I am used to writing and watching Seinfeld and stuff at this time of night. Also the two quad lattes and triple iced latte I consumed throughout the day as I was travelling may play a part.
But I guess I should move on to Eastern time and in that case, I need to get some sleep!
*Insert here, election/government/Bush/Obama/Sarah Palin/Hillary Clinton joke of your choice.