I was chugging towards the start of my Tennessee trip but this morning the train sorta came off the rails. The annoying head cold turned into a fever, headache and other symptoms too graphic to describe in a family fly fishing site.
The ever alert L&T Nancy called the airline to see about pushing my departure a day or two, and what we discovered was that United – despite the fact they’re losing millions every hour – doesn’t have an empty seat. (You have to admire a business model that includes losing money while at nearly 100% capacity.)
While some friends have snidely suggested that this is instant karmic payoff for the high levels of taunting they’ve experienced on the Underground, I haven’t abandoned all hope yet, deciding to decide tomorrow. See you at the medicine cabinet…
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Sorry to hear you’re feeling so bad. No, really. Just to make you feel better, I’m looking out my window at nearly 6000CFS flows, so I’m not feeling so hot myself. GOOD LORD, I just saw either a log go by bobbing nearly upright, or it was a fisherman! Freaky. Oh well, that’s fishing…
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