When I went to Chicago on that fabled 6.50a flight, I decided to just stay up all night rather than risk missing the flight by oversleeping. It was pretty cool. I was able to leisurely pack and clean up and putter around and all, but that meant when I got to the place I was staying, I was loopy.

Especially since I was unable to check in until 1.15p.

When the car service came at 5.15a, the driver was in a three piece suit. I thought I was hallucinating due to sleep deprivation, but that's actually what he was wearing.

When we got to the airport, it was only 5.35a, so there was time for a leisurely check of my bags with cloud of cat hair flying everywhere. I had forgotten to sponge off my camera bag, which them bad kitties love to sleep on.

Later, when we switched planes in Cleveland, we got on the plane at the last minutes, so there weren't that many places to stores our carry-ons, and, because neither of us wanted to check anything in, we were each carrying three HUGE carry-ons. And everyone was looking at us like we were the Joads or the Beverly Hillbillies carrying crates of chickens.

I gave my bags to John to stuff up somewhere, and, when he sat down, John said "That was so EMBARRASSING! As I was shoving your camera bag in the overhead, and these ENORMOUS chunks of cat hair came floating down on the lady sitting below. And she just sat there and watched it drift."

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