Flying

Here I am in the Kansas City airport all ready for Norway, and wearing enough wool I could be mistaken for a sheep. I hugged and kissed my family goodbye, lucked out and caught an earlier flight, and have no worries. Well, I could actually think of a lot of worries but I am not going to. I would rather think about how relieved I was to finally hear from my employers and am glad to know that they will be at the airport to pick me up. I currently sit in the international terminal in Chicago and am wondering if I am allergic to wool because I can't stop sneezing and thinking that embarking on a 8 hour plane ride is not the best time to find out.