Since you all know me relatively well, it shouldn’t surprise you that about 30 seconds after waving a final good-bye to Mom and boarding the tram I realized that my boarding passes weren’t in my hand. I managed to hop off the tram right as the doors were about to close and hustle back to security where someone had set them on a table for me. Phew. At that point I turned back to the tram, dropping Eggbert, who was retrieved by a cute old lady and given back to me. Finally on the plane (which was about the same size as the Bahamas trip plane from Lee’s Airline), I spilled my entire glass of water onto the table and subsequently onto my pants, Eggbert, and my scarf, which was, fortunately, on top of my carry-on bag. Arrived safe, sound, and damp to Toronto, and wandered aimlessly around the airport with a nice German woman until people told us where to go. Then they told me to go wait somewhere (didn’t say where, just pointed) because they couldn’t have me waiting in the terminal for more than 6 hrs. So I wondered around US-Canada flight baggage claim, with no food or internet. And here I sit.