Sitting, sitting, and sitting - and looking through windows in vehicles. It took quite a while, but after 44 hours I arrived at home, tired but lucky. I have a headache, muscles are sore from the sitting, and there seems to be a continous music track of road noise under tyres in the ears. But happiness, that is what you get right now. Now, that is the word.
Here is an idea for those making t-shirts, the slogan "I survived the Icelandic ash". I would like one.
At the Parking Garage
7 minutes ago
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