Terminal 99

I am sitting in Terminal 99 of SFO waiting for Flight 889 to PEK to board. Clyde has wedged himself between the small of my back and my seat. I can feel him breathing. He is quiet now, but wasn't on the ride up here, and will surely be making his displeasure loudly known when I put him back into his carrier and board the plane.

Worshipful Jim brought me the airport this morning. I'd taken the mighty 22 down El Camino from the Marriott and met him at vets at 7:30 am. One of the veterinary technicians came in early so I could get him. We arrived at 8:15 am, which helped make both the check-in process and security rather painless.

I've been working on a couple of blog posts on my E90, and will upload them once I get into Beijing and have settled in a bit. The short of it is that the last two weeks have been extremely rewarding, both in the tasks I was able to accomplish and the family and friends (including co-workers, ex-co-workers, neighbors, and lodge brothers) whom I was able to meet. And, of course, in getting Clyde through the process of getting his health exam and the teeth extraction which was needed.

Well, that's it for now.

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