Dearest, I've been naughty yet again, I know I have. It's been another chunk of time apart. Can you forgive me? Will you forgive me?
I'm writing this as I sit in an airport, praying to an Omnipotent Comedian that the free wi-fi emblazoned on the signage dotting the long hallways will actually allow me to use the internet on my phone without having to sell an internal organ to pay the roaming charges.
That's right. ROAMING charges. I'm in Canada.
Okay, I'm barely in Canada. I'm just over the border in Vancouver. But I'm waiting for a flight that will take me to St. Johns, Newfoundland.
Well, I should be accurate. If nothing else, let me be accurate, right? I'm actually waiting for a flight that will take me to Edmonton, which will lead to another flight that will take me to Montreal, which will then let me board the flight to St. Johns.
I know. I know! But it was the only flight that got me to St Johns at a decent hour. So what if that decent hour is sometime tomorrow? So what if I'm beyond exhausted? I'll nap a bit and be ready to enjoy a summer evening in Newfoundland!
I just have to get there first. On a teensy, tiny little plane.