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I can do this

I'm cranky. Maybe it's because I'm in an airport for the seventh time in two weeks and I still have one more airport to go tonight. Maybe it's because I nearly missed my third flight in those same two weeks. Maybe it's because I gave myself a full two hours to make the 30-minute trek from my office to the airport, but it took me 90 minutes instead thanks to Seattle's fabulous new light rail system. Maybe it's because the lines to clear security were nine miles long and I had to be screened twice because of the mysteriously dangerous-looking fresh zucchini in my bag (which I had picked that morning from our garden). Maybe it's because I was a sweaty mess by the time I sprinted from one end of the airport to the other in just enough time to make my flight.

Then again... I did make my flight afterall and that's something to be thankful for. Plus, the seat next to me was empty and I had a spectacular view of the Cascades. And we did take a flight path that flew us almost directly over the top of Mt. Rainier. I guess it wasn't all bad.

I can conquer this. I can hold out until my connecting flight touches down in Elko in a few short hours and Thelma is there to meet me. When thoughts of idiotic politicians or wasteful spending or the fruitlessness of looking for genuine leather bound scriptures in large print without tabs creep back into my head, that's when I'll just close my eyes, think of Thelma and dream of wildflowers, waves, rivers and standing in the rain with no umbrella.

Peace. I can do this.
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