Melting

I’ve been in Sydney, Australia for almost three days now. I can say without a doubt it is a wonderful city. Getting here, however, was not so wonderful. It was what can only be described as hell in the sky. My first flight was from Chicago to San Francisco. It was about 4 1/2 hours. Normally, planes are so cold that you need a sweater or blanket or something. This flight, not so much. It was sweltering and the little air blowy thing was blowing warm air. I was so hot and miserable, crammed into the window seat. I couldn’t wait to get off that plane. It was uneventful as far as flights go. They showed the The Polar Express, which I’d always wanted to see, but now I know why I never did. Maybe because I was so uncomfortable, but I just couldn’t enjoy it.

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Merry Christmas!

I am down to my last day before I leave for Sydney. I have been trying to upload photos onto a storage website, but cannot figure out how to do it. I can see this is going to be interesting, trying to do this from the road. I followed the seemingly simple instructions, but kept getting error messages. I have no idea what I’m doing wrong and it’s pretty much too late to try and figure it out before I leave. I wanted to upload some older photos I have on my computer to share with everyone but that just might not happen.

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