So . . . when I got the notice of my appointment at Mayo, I had a few decisions to make. Number one being . . . how to get there. Now, the last two times I visited Mayo, I was incredibly stressed, under duress -- and sick. Tom handled everything. He drove me. (For us, it's an 8-hour drive. But not an easy 8-hour drive -- because of the lake and driving through Chicago.) But this time, I knew I could handle the journey as a solo trip -- but driving that far in December in the north is potentially . . . challenging.
I decided to fly.
It was a highly considered decision, you know . . . with Covid and all.
But I decided to go for the air option, and I scheduled my travel to keep myself as separated from others as possible. I even upgraded myself to First Class so I could be in a less populated (and less crowded) part of the plane. (I have many, many "miles" built up. . . ) I chose seats that were "singles" so I'd have no "neighbors." I gave myself connecting flights with enough time to comfortably move between gates without having to crush in with other people on "trams." I felt . . . fairly comfortable about everything. After all, my flights were short. My time in the airports would be minimal, and my time in the air would be brief (about 2 hours, total, flying time). I had arranged for a car/driver to retrieve me from the airport to my hotel. I was . . . good to go.
Until it all fell to shit.
I am a veteran traveler. I know better than to count on things going as planned. But, oh boy. Things really went off the rails on my trip out! That's me . . . ready to (finally) board my outgoing flight . . . after what turned out to be a four hour delay. My entire plan unraveled at the first step! What I had planned as a short stint in airports . . . turned out to be eight hours in airports. By the time I arrived in Rochester - at midnight! - I was exhausted, stressed, and generally not a happy camper. (And I ended up sharing my car with other shell-shocked Mayo patients who had no waiting car at the airport. At midnight. During a wind storm. With windchills below zero. Because it was the right thing to do.)
Best laid plans. And all that.
(And, yeah. Driving would have been faster.)
Coming home yesterday was much smoother. (Although it's never fun to get to the airport at 4am only to find that your first flight has already been delayed. Sigh.) I will say that the First Class thing did work out brilliantly (and comfortably). I was first in/first out on that plane, and I had no one breathing near me (although I know . . . circulating air . . . ). Best thing I did, upgrading to First Class.
And I did have time to knit yesterday. (I was actually too stressed on the way out to knit. It was bad.)
Any guesses what I've got on the needles?
(Hint: it was perfect travel knitting.)
Now. I just keep my fingers crossed that I didn't pick up Covid during my travels. (Sigh.)
How about you? What are you making this week?