Didja know that Moncton is kinda mostly french?

I did not know that.

It's raining here. And dark. Because it's nighttime.

When I walked into the Vancouver Airport this morning it was dark.
Everyone kept the blinds pulled down on the plane so it was dark all day.
I saw some daylight during my walk from the terminal across the tarmac in Montreal, but that was it for today.

I thought I'd blog endlessly about this adventure so far (only 2 children on the plane. Both were boys, brothers. One was 2. One was 3. They cried/screamed/trantrumized for the hour before we boarded in Vancouver and the ENTIRE flight to Montreal). But my work inbox is full and my personal email accounts are full of work related things too. So no blogging tonight. You'll never know how lucky I was to have the ONLY TWO EMPTY SEATS ON THE ENTIRE PLANE RIGHT BESIDE ME. Or how I kept waking up with my mouth open during the first two hours of the flight. Or how I watched Revenge of the Fallen (Transformers movie) and loved it and kept smiling/laughing while all the other women in my section were crying because they'd chosen to watch My Sister's Keeper. Or how cool that long bridge from New Brunswick to Prince Edward Island looks from the air at night. Or how stunningly beautiful Quebec looks from a plane in the fall at dusk.

Maybe tomorrow I'll have time.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. I didn't die on the trip here.
2. The party that's been taking place in the hospitality suite right beside my room just ended. Blissful silence.
3. Hotel room beds.
4. A mom who stuffed envelopes for me today whilst I was sitting on a chair flying through the air.

Shalom,