I've Got a Camera and I'm Not Afraid to Use It

Patti, you kill me! Bocciardi isn't the one who I offended. (At least I
don't think I have. Bocc, if you're out there and I have offended you
in any way brother, then I apologize and ask your forgiveness.)

So we landed in DC at 10am and I don't fly back out until 6. I don't
think I have had this much alone time since . . well . . . maybe the
womb. I have never traveled alone so I didn't realize it could be this
BORING! I have two novels, a magazine, a Bible, and my Sidekick to
entertain me for eight hours. I will probably sprain a thumb playing on
the Sidekick. Hush, Kim, I don't want to hear it. Courtney, there are no
massage chairs here and the rows are bolted to the floor so that you
can't slide them closer to get comfortable. I am actually regretting not
bringing stuff to grade. I know. I know.

So I find myself playing with Liz's camera, reading the owner's manuel,
and taking random pictures for practice. MOST people aren't here 8 hours
early for their flight, so my subjects are the trashcan, the chairs, and
the cleaning crew. Yeah, they're definitely scared of me now. . .the
cleaning crew, that is.
Leslie