Travel, stage 1 complete

I'm now in Newark, on my way to London. We got in about 20-25 minutes late, but I had (on purpose) a 3-hour layover here, so no worries about missing/making the next flight.

I bumped into my future room-mate, Amelia, in the airport departure lounge... she was (supposed to be) on her way to Vancouver (by way of Chicago) but had run into trouble. (Fuel leak on her flight, weather delays out of Chicago for the next one.) It was nice to have someone to chat with at the airport, and I was able to give her house keys, so she could start to shift stuff in if she wanted to. (And, we didn't have to arrange to meet up to do this once I was back in town after my next set of travels.)

A good weekend, if cut a bit short

Despite being cut a bit short, this has been a pretty good weekend.

Friday after work had a dance lesson, followed by a date with my sweetie. We did some cuddling in front of the fire, possibly the last fire of the season.

Saturday a bunch (Me, Mike, Celine, K8, Jessica, and Phil) went climbing out at Mont Rigaud. For her first climb of the day, Celine tried to lead a 5.9 with a somewhat tricky start, and managed to fall before clipping the first bolt, taking a groundfall onto some nasty rocks. After some assessment, and getting ice from the nearby ski resort, she figured she'd be happier resting a bit before hiking out. It looked like lots of bruises, but nothing major broken. Still, she did go to a hospital, and found that it looked like a hairline fracture of a rib, and lots and lots of swelling. (Doctor's prognosis: she can start climbing again once she doesn't have pain, probably about 4 weeks.) Celine's commentary: laughing hurts.

Saturday night was a pleasant small party.

Then, Sunday, some more time with my sweetie, including a hardware shopping expedition for crafts she wants to make.

Now, on to England...