It's 8:00 p.m. and still no luggage. I spent a good part of the day on the phone with US Airways. Half of the people I spoke to denied that there was any "lost" baggage with my reference number (I can see the reference number online myself!), the other half swore up and down the flagpole that they had a trail that puts them in Philadelphia, waiting for room on a plane to get them to my final destination. Half the people on the other end of the phone seemed to go out of their way to help me, even if it meant putting me on hold until I got cauliflower ear. The other half wanted me to thank them for their very existence and for doing me the favor of talking to me at all. I'm getting kind of worried now about my "things". I know I shouldn't be so material, but you know. And there was all that great stuff I bought at Michael's - a bunch of magazines I can't find here and if I ordered them online they would cost an obscene amount in shipping. The Artful Blogger especially is making me pang. I tried to do some work in my studio but felt like I was all thumbs. Just couldn't find the spirit that usually moves me when I step inside. I wish I was ending the day on a happier note. My journals are also in that elusive luggage. I'll be working the next two days so I'll have little time to badger them. Gack.