It's certainly an odd day so far

[cjsmith]

1. Pick up visiting callers for the upcoming convention. Wait at the exit from customs for an hour and a half. The plane's been down for 45 minutes now. Where are they? Realize there's ANOTHER exit from customs. Oh, crud. At least I know how to say "I apologize."

2. Take them out to lunch. Fail utterly to explain what "spinach" is.

3. Arrive at work to find three voice mail messages. It's extremely unusual for me to get even one phone call in a day. Discover all of them are from my mother. Call mother back. She had a nightmare involving me being dead. OK. Reassure mother.

4. C'mon, painkillers. C'mooooooooooonnnnnn, painkillers.

Nap soon? Or a break? Or something??

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[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

I sympathize with people who are strongly addicted and who have to fly. (Not enough to want to breathe smoke in a plane, but still I sympathize.)

While I was waiting for Kiyoshi I saw a guy who exited the wrong door from customs -- he wasn't connecting, he was stopping in SFO. He spoke only Japanese. I was able to point him to the elevator ("elevator over there is") and he turned back and pantomimed smoking. I knew exactly what he was asking -- where? -- but since we were on the wrong side, with no obvious path to any outside doors, I couldn't tell him! :-/