My mom made me take this glass of rancid-looking pink stuff before flying yesterday. She knows I usually catch the sickness of whatever is passing through the airplane or airport on any travel day. The more airports I pass through, the worse off I feel.
Yesterday, I went from Tampa to Hartford without any difficulties. There wasn’t even any traffic on the highways. I didn’t wait in line to go through security; there were extra seats on the plane; the flight that I thought had two layovers was actually non-stop.
Immune Defense, an encomium to an elephant-headed god, and good wishes for safe travels got me through!
