I was discombobulated with the early hour, lack of sleep, and massive amount of luggage (even with the extra tote bag I gave Will, I still had a lot). While checking in at the airport, I noticed the zipper on one suitcase was torn, and was given tape to fix it. It looked flimsy and I worried the whole thing would come apart in handling.
My bra apparently set off the security alarm, but they decided I was OK after much patting down.
On the flight, I drafted LJ entries, and read most of a New Yorker from 1997 (I'm way behind). While taxiing on the runway, they noticed frost on the wing and brought in trucks to apply steam. That was a bit scary, but everything went OK.
Arriving at JFK, there was a long wait for luggage. The zippered suitcase survived, but my garment bag strap broke. This made it very difficult to drag my bags to the taxi stand, and again to carry them up. I gave the driver a nice tip, so at least he carried everything up the steps to my back door.
I still am going through E-mail, and just remembered to get the regular mail. Lots of mail. Not to mention catching up on blogs. It'll be a while before I'm back to my routine.
