Friday: Last day here

Which means packing, futzing with luggage, and then worrying about my connection time tomorrow.  Forty-five minutes sounds good, until you realize one flight might be late, and that you'll have to go from one end of a terminal to another, and then worry about boarding times.  Ugh.  I guess we'll see, and it looks like there are at least two other later flights tomorrow.  ._.

And lots of people like cooked carrots.

• I saw this advertised, and wondered what the story was going to be like.  I guess I now know, because the producers didn't think, um, let's check: "that other people spoke languages."