3 1/2 hours to get from work to the airport. Missed my flight, but am on a later one that isn’t so circuitous. Still have myself booked on a third leg that I’m going to miss, but have confirmed that I’ll be on, so that I can get bumped to a later flight. At least that’s how I understand the plan.
Don’t know what I’m supposed to be wearing at the wedding - or actually where it’s supposed to be. But I’m able to be in Pittsburgh now, and have a place to stay, so it’s all good.
Excited about being in the air again, feel like the continent is compressed. Accessible - more so that it ever has been. I expect that this will reverse itself over the next few years.
In the mean time, the site Farecast.com has been very handy. And I’ve got a local playing a ukulele and singing. It’s great, something you very rarely see in an airport.
Shortly I’ll be seeing my dad again, haven’t seen him in a few months. Also I have houseguests coming, when I get back. No rest for the wicked!
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