Who knows what cosmic and spiritual overtones were involved in my traveling home on the shortest day of the year while actually experiencing that day as the longest day.
For me Saturday the 21st lasted 34.5 hours (24 hours plus the time difference of 10.5 hours). It is as if I had violated some universal law about days lasting 24 hours, and was punished accordingly: coming out of the plane with inflamed sinuses and waiting for more than an hour for a suitcase that never was on my plane.
On the Delta app there is a way to track your luggage. It will tell you where it has last been seen. For two days it said ‘loading onto flight DL405 to Boston,’ even long after that flight should have arrived here.
You can also get a map of where your missing suitcase is. The little suitcase icon (my suitcase)was sitting right on top of the roof of the CDG airport terminal 2. It sat there on Saturday, it sat there on Sunday and now it still sits there although the tracker itself has indicated that my suitcase was loaded (no longer ‘loading’) on today’s flight to Boston.
The baggage handler chief told me yesterday I should not count on getting it before Christmas as customs will keep unaccompanied luggage between 8 and 24 hours before releasing it to the Delta man or woman who, I am promised, will drive it to Manchester.
I am trying to be cool about not having my bag yet, but couldn’t help ruminating and catastrophizing about not ever seeing it again – making lists in my mind about all the stuff inside it, including a few Christmas goodies.
But things are lightening up with the latest information on the baggage tracker, the sinus problems have gone away, I went for a swim yesterday having a lane all to myself, and managed to keep up the tempo in this morning’s spinning class, despite not having exercised or stretched for two weeks.
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