I am convinced that I was transported to a parallel universe on Wednesday night. I mean, the Red Sox sweeping the Cardinals in the World Series? Come on, we couldn't possibly be in the same reality as we've been in over the past umpty ump years. It did make it easier that I was on the west coast so I could be reasonably sure that I hadn't fallen asleep and dreamed that wondrous Game 4. But, still, a sweep? Who'da thunk it?
The email I sent back to the office that night (and the brief note I posted on the home page here the next day) claimed it was the happiest day of my life. That might be a slight exaggeration, but I really can't think of anything that tops the joyful end to so many years of heartbreak. I'm not quite a lifelong Sox fan, but I got hooked on them in 1978 and that provided more than enough years of pain.
As for other news, my business trip went reasonably well. No food pornography since I resorted to nearby takeout food to minimize time away from watching the Series. I should probably mention my miserable flight on Monday, just so Robert will realize that he's not the only person these things happen to. The emergency lights wouldn't turn off and they kept trying to reset the system to fix it. After an hour or so of this, they decided it would take two hours to fix and deboarded us, telling us to go to customer service. After I'd been waiting in the customer service line for ten minutes or so, they did manage to fix things and called us back. Several people had already changed planes, so the flight was actually a bit emptier, but we did end up getting in a little over two hours late. My trip home was considerably smoother, particularly as I managed to upgrade to business class.
Finally, let me pass along two completely out of context quotes of the week:
Copyright 2004 Miriam H. Nadel