No joke. All my valuables got drenched in the chai spill and yet everything important was fine, if a little sticky. How special is that?

Admittedly I’m pleased to learn that I am turning into the sort of person who can stop and think “hey! I’m really lucky!” in the moment, rather than strictly in hindsight.

Also, those funeral pants in my carry-on? Lifesavers. Not sure I’d be nearly so cheerful if I had to wear the chai-skirt for 12 more hours.