Well, At Least I Can See The Sun

I'm sitting at a Starbucks in the airport in Phoenix. Sky Harbor. I'm supposed to be thinking of a discussion question to present to my class for the week's pontifications. I am having a hard time coming up with one. Sort of true. I have the idea of what I want, I just can't seem to articulate it in a competent manner. Oh. And the sun is distracting. It's warm. I'm also grumpy about my food choices for a three hour lay-over. Fried, soggy sandwiches, greasy "cheap"-only compared to the not cheap-, fried, frozen sugar, non-frozen sugar, or fried. I opted for the soggy sandwich, threw away the bread and ate the damp meat and cheese. yum. May I just say that this airport is lame? At least at Sea-tac there is a wide choice of overpriced halfway decent food. (ewwww... somebody is grouchy!) Anyway, here I am. At least it's not dark and rainy and cold.

I wonder if I'll randomly see someone that I know here? In a city of a gazillion people, plus snowbirds, I doubt that. Besides, who's to say I'd recognize someone from my past in Phx. if I did? It's been a loooooooooooong time. Joanna's the only person I've seen who still lives here, and as far as I know, she has to teach tomorrow, so I doubt she's headed out via el aeroplane.

Pretty much looks the same out there, only more developed.

I don't know why I get this nervous sense of... I don't know... it's not dread, not really... more like discomfort when I come here. Not that I come here all that often, the last time must have been five years ago. And those were actual visits. This is sitting in an airport for a few hours. But I do. Even if I have a pleasant time. Something about this state just makes me nervous and I can't quite put my finger on it. Silly, I'm sure.