and then here:
and then I went to the airport, checked in, flew to London, went through customs, took the train to Terminal 4, checked in my poster box as a 3rd piece of checked luggage at no cost (a hassle, sure, but thank God it was free), went through customs again, and then tried to find jhitchin some puzzle magazines, but alas, everything they had sucked big time, so I decided to be a bad friend and not buy anything save for a bottle of port. Jeff, I'm sorry, but I think even you would like the port better.
And now I'm here:
One more hour and I should be in the air!