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I'm at the gate in the Tucson airport, at least an hour before boarding time. Not really awake yet. So far this morning: I've brought the wrong set of keys, the ones with the shiny mailbox key rather than the shiny key to my mother's house; I set up the coffee machine but didn't put any coffee in (and instant brewed with the water that's sat overnight and gone through the machine is fairly vile); I forgot to grab the letters I meant to post^H^H^H^H mail; a kindly stranger had to show me how to get at the cunningly concealed power sockets in the laptop point. Also I don't know where the charger and cable for my iPod are, though I think they're in the suitcase. And it took me a couple of minutes to remember that hitting the snooze button on the clock radio wouldn't silence the PDA that was warbling reveille at me.

It's very odd, combining the mindsets of brief-business-trip and trip-home; even odder is trying to get my mind up to business-trip speed on top of a ten-day break of which I've spent the last six days almost entirely alone. (All numbers approximate. It's too early in the morning to count on my fingers, let alone do math.)

Next stop, Chicago. Then Manchester, then Sheffield-home. Then Birmingham, which is also home. Then Sheffield again, and back to Manchester at the crack of dawn, and back to Chicago, and Tucson-home late next Saturday if all goes well.

There's a flight just down the concourse with fifteen passengers missing. Can't be connections, this early in the morning!
Update.: Why is my baggage check on the back of my Chicago boarding pass? Why was a cop cycling slowly through the=small - terminal?