Away she goes

I'm on the plane! Kissed all my men goodbye, hopped my cab (driven by a man named Walter Reed who grew up in DC, seems to have lived a fairly grand life and was nearing 80; this warrants a bit of research!) and am happily boarded. That sounds a bit like "delivered of a son" but hey. I'm wearing a proper silk shirt and a slight heeled sandal! Will wonders never cease?!