Charlotte. I have to laugh at myself for being afraid of the very thing that could be the thing. I'm looking over my own shoulder again. Not back over it... Seems not too functional but what was it that's so important to get done anyhow. There is an amazing and very pregnant woman at the gate here, her belly stretching into an old tee shirt. Traveling momma
to be.
Soft TSA messages on the intercom .
"Each passenger is allowed one piece of carry on."?!
Here we go. Into the tin house in the sky.