…or at least the last stop before we get home.<\/p>\n
JFK and customs are behind us. I am typing this on a keyboard which has all the keys were I am used to finding them.<\/p>\n
Chris is not dead yet, although the slowness has increased.<\/p>\n
In slightly less than three hours our final flight takes off.<\/p>\n
On the way here, while we were taking off our shos and displaying our little baggies of toiletries (Nothing more than 2.5 oz.!), a white dog of poodle heritage was in line in front of us. He (she?) was a good doggie. Very patient. But then he was placed in a big box and he objected. Barks and whinings commenced.<\/p>\n
Poor doggie. He didn’t know why he could not go on with the rest of his family. I’m sure PETA would demand he get equal treatment on flights.<\/p>\n
But it reminded me of our doggie. She would bark in the same situation.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow, we will see her. I’m sure she has grown.<\/p>\n
Two and half hours till take off. It’s 11:30 PM Germany time.<\/p>\n
My pillow will feel good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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