The measure of a trip

We got off the plane in Cincinnati earlier this evening, and Katie remarked, "I think that was the same gate we left from" and I stepped in to correct her...Oh no, I was going to say, we left from that gate for some flight, but not for this trip...that other time we left from that gate was months ago...no, wait...it was...this trip. I can't tell you how strange that was. That departure flight does, indeed, seem, like it was months ago. Guess that means we were busy.

Oh, and why I didn't blog? Basically because every internet cafe near our place closed at 8pm. If any of them had been open later, I'd have kept up, because for the most part, late evenings were not part of the itinerary.