Problem: I finally asked a female employee ( preceded , of course , by my nervous question of " Do you speak English ? " ( in English ) , which , thankfully , she did ) and showed her my ticket , and she pointed me to terminal " C " and there stood a lonely little cluster of suitcases , mine among them , guarded by a nice , little , Japanese security man who insisted , in English , that I check my name - tag to be sure the suitcase was mine . It was . Yay ! ( Thanks for those hilarious luggage tags , Mom !

What country might I have been in when I was looking for my luggage ?

A: I was at the airport in Japan .

Problem: I think a nap will be in order later . Of course HB was awake at the crack of dawn and wandering around . And he woke me up so I could share in his boredom .

How did I feel when I was woken up ?

A: I was annoyed and frustrated .

Problem: It was n't creepily Messianic , nor blindly frothing - it felt like a release , an outpouring , a moment whose time had come . And suddenly , I completely got the way all those people felt about Reagan , but this time , THE GUY WAS MINE . In a way , my guys - and the guys and gals of all progressives - have been losing since that very moment in 1980 .

What did I finally understand when this moment happened in my life ?

A:
None of the above choices .