Customs officials are a pain!

Passing through immigration in Manila cost me a toothbrush, fingernail clippers, a fingernail file, and my thirty four year old pocket knife. I suppose the knife might be considered a weapon except it was very dull. It was the toothbrush that puzzled me. I’ll put my subconscious mind to work and figure out how it might be dangerous.

When I reached San Francisco, I was chosen for a full bag search and a complete investigation of my computer and all of the files on my hard drive. I stood there for an hour as my files were scanned for illegal software and child pornography pictures. Since I had neither, they let me pass.

Flying all night from California to Dallas was just another packed flight.

Sinus congestion is almost as painful as customs officials. Not only do my ears refuse to adjust, but my snoring is humiliating. Several times, I woke myself from a deep sleep with volume that rattles my own skull.

It’s been two days with only brief naps. My pillows are calling!