Signs
After six days of a knock down drag out fight, this assassin cold is reluctant to concede that I have won. Would I have fared better had I noticed the signs?
Last week on Thursday, there were three signs and each become more obvious as the day wore on. The first sign shouldn’t even count. My low energy during a sluggish morning walk encouraged a brief millisecond of introspection but it does count because I clearly remember it. Sign number two shone as brightly as the sign for Logan seen from Route 90 S.
The second sign. I lost my cool while heading to Logan International Airport on Thursday evening after missing the exit for Logan and driving into the Sumner Tunnel. Here is where I realize the second and third sign were closely related. I experienced hopelessness when I realized my successful, uneventful trip to Logan was quickly becoming something else. Like the tunnel devouring all manner of vehicles ahead of me, my worst fears of Boston traffic were being realized all at once.
The third sign was all internal, I lost sight of the bigger picture because I had allotted time for getting lost. Here be where my guides or gods, or dumb luck took over. What seemed like hours, in reality, took minutes before I exited the tunnel. Upon exit, I recognized where I was. When bringing the gang to the airport eleven days ago, we stopped at a burger joint before hitting the airport and I was only a few blocks from there which meant only a few minutes from the airport.
With Google Maps back online and route corrected I arrived from a southerly direction to Logan — this direction messed with my orientation but I remembered that E Terminal was the last exit. After all that worry, I got parking space next to the crosswalk adjacent to the International Arrivals entrance. Raven’s flight arrived 10 minutes later then Customs took an hour and a half!
The drive home was entertaining and my son manages to entertain me with conversation three-quarters of the way home. Three sleeping adult in a car at night tends to encourage everyone to feel sleepy and I had prepared for this by taking a caffeine pill as we left the airport. Tapping my adrenals only help the cold take over my body.
Things could have been a lot worse.
