Eeep!

Yesterday's BA flight from Phoenix to Heathrow was evacuated on the runway after the cabin filled with smoke.

I'm not using that flight this year -- the combination of BA and Heathrow had started to feel like too much doom to deal with, the last few years -- but I've used it several times in the past, as it's the nearest thing to a direct flight home I can get. Usually on a Friday in July, at that.

Inanimate objects, perversity of

I had a list of things I needed to get done today. It did not include either washing a week's worth of dishes (because the dishwasher died again) or de-hairing the beater bar on the vacuum (because I managed to get yarn wound around it, and once it was off for unwinding I might as well tackle the hair issue too.)

On the other hand, I've packed, picked up a few groceries, vacuumed, paid the gas bill, updated Cygwin and the LJarchive copies of both my journals, looked into the possibility of getting short-term mobile broadband for my UK trip (which looks as though it may indeed be a possibility), checked in for tomorrow's flight, picked up the mail, and taken out the trash. Still need to clean the kitchen and bathroom, at least enough to render them respectable for the maintenance guys.