Not Like Riding a Bike

I flew today, for the first time in about 6 months. I used to fly at least once a week if not more. Clocked many miles in the sky. Learning to fly with ease and comfort is not coming back to me. I forgot my MP3 player, bumbled getting my shoes back on after the checkpoint and packed half of what I wanted on the flight in my checked bag.

I am running back to Minneapolis to grab winter clothes for Josh and I. A quick trip but a necessary one. And there is a growing list of things I forgot in Detroit, I am sure I will miss a few in Minneapolis too.
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