Here I sit at the Airoport Charles de Gaulle. Looking looking forward to seven hours in a hard, small seat. I am reminded how small the seats are because a very large man is seated at the other end of the row of seats in the waiting are eating potato chips. I'm going to try to write this entry offline an post it during my free fifteen minutes of internet.
Saturday was the Sans Clue and Paris H3 Christmas dinner. I had a glorious time. I'm told. Yesterday was the Hangover run sponsored by Sans Clue. I suffered throught it. Mostly because I am in such miserable shape. I was a liittle out of sorts from the wine, but I've not run for months and it showed. The plane is about to board so I must sign off.
