365: Red; March 11; Leaving on a Jet Plane

I am a fantastic suitcase packer. I can't remember the last time I left something important at home. I think that comes from knowing it doesn't matter if I leave something behind; everything is get-able thanks to plastic money.

I bought that watch at the Container Park, an innovative and really cool little shopping complex up in North Vegas - AKA Old Vegas - just off Freemont Street. I like it a lot. It has the same markings on the face as one finds on the selection dial on a camera.

The strap, being a "slap strap" is made of rubber, so comfortable to wear, until water gets in under, so I took this off to wash my hands, just prior to leaving for the airport....

Speed forward two 1/2 hours, I found myself absently wondering if we would be landing shortly and realised at 37,000 feet where this little bauble still was.