I've been up since 3:30a. I didn't mean to be up until 4a, but once I was awake, I was awake. I did try to doze back into a light slumber while waiting for my alarm to go off, but it was no use.
I left the house around 4:30a (and sure do appreciate that Dad will get up and be taxi man for these trips -- just makes my life easier).
I have spent most of the day standing in line waiting for something.
- Waiting to check in .
- Waiting to go through security.
- Waiting to get on the plane.
- Wiating for an electrical repair so we could fly the plane.
- Waiting to get off the plane.
- Waiting to use the toilet.
- Waiting to immigrate.
- Waiting to get a tourist visa that I didn't know I needed until I was all the way through the immigration line...and which I couldn't purchase until I went up stairs to a perfume store for change. (Yes, I waited in line for the change.)
- Waiting to go through customs (short wait).
- Waiting for enough people to arrive so the Hotel bus could justify a trip back from the airport. Waiting to get on the bus.
- Waiting to get my room assignment. (I'm in room 5005...and had to take the elevator DOWN from the lobby to get there. The ground-level lobby is on the 9th floor. The hotel is on the side of a mountain.)
- Waiting for the elevator.
I parked my bags in my hotel room around 1:45p...just over ten hours after climbing out of bed. Subtract an hour of "getting ready" and 3 hours flying and a total of 1 hour in the car or on the bus in transit between sleeping places and airports...and that means I've waited 5 hours today.
And it has actually all been pleasant and easy -- it was not a frustrating day, just a waiting day.
Does that make me a "lady in waiting?"