The Start Of Another Tour

July 1st - Sad to leave my lovely and sometimes annoying neighborhood, and of course hot and sweaty from packing at the last minute, and suddenly deciding on two bags rather than one, I'm riding in the car on my way to Newark Airport, to fly to London and then to fly to Bucharest.

I'll make this short, since I'm still jetlagged, and also have three days to catch up on.  But we did have a blowout on the way to the airport.  The driver did a great job of not swerving into oncoming traffic.  I feared for our safety, since there was not much of a shoulder, and we were on a curve as well. But he bravely changed the tire, on we were on our way again.

Everything else pretty okay, really.  Check-in, security, totally fine.  Free internet that actually worked in the BA Business Lounge.  Dinner, since it was a "sleeper service" flight, meaning they were going to have minimal food, not a lot of activity, being it was an overnight flight.

I didn't sleep a wink, as I was still coughing and wheezing due to some weird lung thing, bringing back my childhood asthma, and driving me to spray copious amounts of Primatene mist down my gullet.  Those inhalers are weird, and mine got broken somehow, sometimes spewing out weird, dark liquid.  Gahh...

Leaving my to my own thoughts.  Bad idea.