I’ve arrived in Portland from Salt Lake City. My opportunity to move to a different seat did not marterilize. We waited, waited some more, and the front door didn’t close at the time it should have closed. Then a whole group of people came on, huffing and puffing. I guess their flight from out east was delayed and we were waiting for them. Every seat filled up except one middle seat near the front. I wasn’t about to move for that option!

I’ve caught something — it kind of acts like hay fever and kind of acts like a cold. On the flight from Pocatello to Salt Lake, everything cleard up and I kind of exulted, “This is hay fever!” However, that was not the case from Salt Lake to Portland. So maybe it is a cold. I’ve got plenty of meds with me, most of which don’t do anything other than mask the symptoms. If it’s a cold, it isn’t a bad one (yet). If it’s hay fever, it’s pretty bad. We’ll see what the next ten-hour flight brings!

This is my travel schedule: