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Update

Sorry I've been so long in writing.  The block is strong in this one.  But I did want to update everyone. 
Feeling much better.  Still not 100% back to strong, but I have to pat myself on the back for seeing things coming and knowing there was a cause and fighting the demons away.  Seeing Dr. Molly tomorrow for an update on the Vitamin D and thyroid issues.
I'm getting very excited about Paris.  VERY EXCITED.  I just have to get my plane ticket to and from Boston!  I've been waiting for prices to drop, but so far, no luck.  I don't have enough miles with Alaska to get a half price ticket just yet.   So it's down to Continental which would not be a direct flight but reasonably priced or my usual direct flights on Alaska.  Have to decide by next week - or at the very latest - the first of August.
I promise to update you later.  REALLY!  I do!!

Comments

Bert said…
so glad you are feeling better and the demons are gone.
Bridgete said…
I'd go with the non-direct Continental, myself. You won't earn any more Alaska miles, but since it's summer you shouldn't have any trouble with the layover due to weather and such. And I've heard Iceland Air is a pleasant experience, so our trip from Boston to Paris should be fine. =)
Just a note of caution if flying Continental through Newark. I have never (repeat NEVER) landed or taken off on time out of Jersey when flying Continental. Admitedly it has been a couple years but how different could a Hub be now that there are more people on teh panet? Exactly...lol. Just a friendly bit of unsolicited advice to select a flight with a little bit longer layover so you don't get stuck at the "Airport HoJo's" overnight! heehee.
KC McAuley said…
Well fortunately, I'm flying through Houston. Arriving just in time for dinner in Cambridge. I guess it's restaurant week in Boston, so we'll be enjoying the selection. :)

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