Hi Royal Ones!

I'm home, but feel very much in need of recuperation. It was a bit of an odd trip. The former site editor was extremely elusive throughout, which is not unusual for her but it was to a far greater extent than usual. Before the trip she professed to be very excited that she was going to see me, once we got there she mostly disappeared. We had dinner together the first night, but then she pretty much blew me off the rest of the time. On Wednesday, she suggested I might want to join her and the previous site editor for a touristy day in Boston and said she'd check with me before she left. So I hung around and sent her a message saying I'd like to go, to no avail. I finally realized she must have gone without contacting me. The next day, she sent me a message saying she'd been running behind schedule (without actually apologizing) and added a list of links to everything they'd done that day. Somehow thinking that would allow me to enjoy it vicariously, I guess. What it did, of course, was rub salt in the wound. I felt so much like I used to when I got left behind as a kid. It really hurt, and still does. I'll never even semi-count on her for anything again. Sadder and wiser, I guess.
My trip back worked out okay in the end, but it started out horribly -- had to get up at 3 a.m. to get to the airport for a 6:15 flight. Got there, stood in line for a half-hour before an agent even appeared, stood in line another 20 minutes to get to the agent -- who told me my flight was cancelled, that I could come back and be on standby for a flight out that evening (which would get me as far as Halifax but no farther) or repeat the whole process the next morning. She, also, didn't apologize. I guess that Air Canada was diverting planes to get people out of Toronto after the crash. Anyway, it sounded as if my choices were: A. Make probably repeated trips back to the airport over gawd knows how many days, or: B. Rent a car and drive home. So I drove. Took not quite 12 hours. I must admit I was pretty freaked out by the whole thing, trying to decide what to do and nervous about getting to the highway -- never actually had my mouth go dry from anxiety before, but it happened then. It was okay once I got out of the Boston area, just cranked the classic rock stations all the way and kept heading north. I think from here on in I'm going to drive, at least to the summer meetings. Air Canada -- ptui! I spit on them!
Anyway, I'm home, and intend to mostly just relax and recuperate this weekend. Really feel like I need it. Sorry for the me-me-meness of this. It never ceases to amaze me how this essentially petty stuff can knock me for a loop. Feeling grateful, nevertheless, that I don't have any major issues to deal with. Sending good thoughts to those who do. Love!