<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Peter appears moments after I start looking for him … he is early too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Good morning Peter! The goddess at least at this time of day would be Eos, the dawn. Today she blessed us with a smooth transition from sleep to here. Shall we?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the porter loads Peter’s luggage and we enter the back of the taxi … the airport is but moments away … I check all but my purse with my passport and Kenya visa and my one carry on with my computer … we proceed to the first class lounge … I decide on fresh fruit and coffee … the mimosa is tempting but no, water is my constant companion … the coffee a brief concession to the need for a slight stimulant … I taste that and water it down slightly … half a cup will be enough …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So did you close the bar Peter? Or does the bar there ever close?”</span></span><br/>