Running out of batteries. Free, wireless internet! Everywhere I go!

Am sitting in the town square.

This is nothing like I thought it would be.

And I am off again.

It's a strange feeling. Leaving my daughter here. I know she is in the best of hands. But it still feels strange. Somehow, it is because I know that she doesn't yet understand that I am leaving. For a while.

*sigh*

I have heard of a 24-hour-flu, but never cought one. Until now.

My daughter, the jet-setter, fell asleep as soon as we took off. She slept soundly through all the turbulance, while her father worried about the plane crashing, and wrestling with the guy in the seat in front of her, who mistakenly thought that he could tilt the back of his seat back.

Because of this I thought I was simply jet-lagged, as I stumbled through my day yesterday. Trying to focus as my students appealed to me for mercy, while taking their finals. At 11 pm, I finally decided to take my temp. 102° F.

I went straight to bed. And slept for 12 hours. Then I took my temperature again. 99°. And now, I am more or less OK again.

Now that I've tried the 24 hour version, are there others? A 12 hour version? Maybe a five-minute one? Bring it on!

I'm off again. But this time it's different. I am taking my little girl with me.

It will not be her first flight. We flew her 'home' for her first Christmas. But that time, I went ahead and her mother brought her. It was a red-eye, and she was sleeping more than now. But I think it will be OK. Although she just recovered from an ear infection. And my whole body is aching from my getting on the bike again.

It will be fine. Really.