Got packed last night; everything but the prosfora for Liturgies in Nepal. Katherine wasn’t happy with the loaves she baked, so she’s made another batch to send with me. The loaves I picked up this morning are platonic ideals of perfect loafness. Hopefully I’ve packed them so that they’ll survive the trip without getting mashed out of shape.
I arrived at SeaTac and caught a shuttle; now I am enfolded in the welcoming embrace of the Sea-Tac Skyway Inn, proud holder of one out of five stars. Online reviews range from “Horrible ” to “never again”, but really for fifty bucks it’s a reasonably clean bed and shower, five minutes from the airport. People looking for a Marriott Courtyard experience for fitty bucks are delusional.
And there’s Wi-Fi! ”O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, as long as there was Wi-Fi,” as Hamlet rightly says.