[Apologies. Wifi goes in and out like a christmas tree here. I will add more later.]

I am sitting by the windows of the PDX terminal, having enjoyed my customary airport meal from Sandoval's Mexican grill. Just two hours ago, I was standing at a massage table working my fingers into a fellow student's tibialis posterior muscle. Now here I am, waiting to fly to Vancouver, BC, and find out what's to happen to me.

My flight was originally scheduled to fly Thursday the 24th, and then I would have had a 3 hour layover, and then another flight to Shanghai. But my first flight was cancelled and now I have to fly a day early. Air Canada was kind enough to take my credit card and supposedly call around to hotels, but I am largely on my own– left waiting to discover if & where I have a hotel reservation tonight. I will find out when I land, if all goes well.

I left my phone at home since I can't use it in China, and I was afraid of it getting lost/stolen. It feels very isolating to lose phone service. Especially as I have now come to associate cell phone service with ubiquitous internet access as well as having a music jukebox in my pocket.

I am going to stop whining for now and move over to the boarding gate.