Something Different

In past years, it's usually been me getting the airfare and hotel paid for that lets Karen--for the price of a ticket--tag along (what, you think we pay for our travel?). Now I'm doing the tagging. I'm quite enjoying DC while she listens to people talk about museums in trendy, 21st century, invented jargon. Re-Compositing the Social-Community Invigoration of De-Imagined Dialogue for Kids. Or something like that.

So it's all good but for the part of landing in Chitown and discovering that our connection was cancelled and luggage lost. Surprisingly, this is my first missing personals incident, but I feel for those of you out there. After two hours, AA couldn't even locate it.

Anyway, Karen, always on point, found a place to sleep for an hour that wasn't O'Hare. Of course, she only slept for half an hour because she likes to shower, and now we all know why, in the seven-year history of this blog, there are precisely zero camping posts.

But we got our bag returned.

Back to the main story: the National Zoo is free as it's a Smithsonian gig, and the only bummer is when the cheetahs don't come out. And there was a lazy panda. Here's some Amazonian poison dart frogs having a nice shag instead.