The trip, thankfully, was very boring. I had my temperature taken from 2 meters away. Since I had to remove my glasses, I wonder if it was an infrared device. Both of my bags were searched and I was swabbed, which resulted in nothing of note, except taking time. However, since there was no line for anything, it mattered very little.

The US customs agent asked if I was Canadian… but everything else was the usual type of question. I ask him to repeat himself a few times, given the masks and pane of plastic between us.

Waiting for the flight was as boring as ever, but there was a very pretty, well-behaved German Shepherd who sniffed me and my luggage before I boarded the flight. Aside from one computer, no one asked me for any information for contact tracing so… I’m not impressed. Neither was I impressed by the fact that the stewardess wore her mask below her nose… and at least one of the pilots wore his on his chin.

O’Hare had even more people flouting the rules, so I was glad my layover there was short; I spent barely 15 minutes waiting outside my gate. The second flight was a lot less crowded, so we were actually spaced out to one a set of seats, which was nice. When I got to the other end it took a few minutes for my host to arrive at the airport, but we didn’t have any difficulties finding each other.

I haven’t spent much time with either of my hosts, but they have a wall of board games, DnD memorabilia, and a Nintendo 64. (Along with a few other older consoles that Tull used to have, but I’ve already sold.) They also are watching their way through Stargate SG-1 in the evenings, and have a lovely pair of cats. Overall, I think we’ll get along just fine.