And now I depart. The Swiss Biz Class Lounge, like the one in NY, has handy free Internet access. After a week here, I have located the apostrophe--look, I'll use one right now.
See?
Clever boy.
I'll be chased by the sun, heading back...I'm leaving at 12:30PM, and after a nine hour flight, I will arrive less than three hours after I left, at 3:10PM local time. That should be interesting...perhaps I will try to pull of some kind of high stakes robbery en route, when no one can account for all of those time-warped hours.
But I'm sure they've already thought of that. Clever people, the Swiss.
I've been told that the jetlaggishness is much less noticeable heading West than it is heading East; we'll see about that.
They've got LCD displays at every seat on articulated swing arms, and Return of the King is playing...that'll take care of three hours or so.
And I suppose I'll figure out something to do with the other six, eventually.
More when I get back. Plus photos. The Swiss don't use CDMA technology, so my cell phone/PDA/camera/fondue set was useful for keeping appointments, taking pictures, and eating melted cheese, but I couldn't send photos anywhere or make phone calls.
Even though I was seven thousand miles away from his ranch, I knew that Ronald Reagan had died within, literally, ten minutes of the event. Was it my psychic Gipper bond? No...that faded as the Alzheimer's progressed. The last thought I received from Ron was five years ago: Mammy! Put down that warhead!
No, the knowledge was gained via my psychic Wolf Blitzer link. CNN: shrinking the world as much as humanly possible, and offering loud, puddle-deep commentary to accompany the deed.
Now: I'm off to score some complimentary snacks.
