I've been on the road for the last 3 days, spending about half that time either in the air, probably flying right over your head or waiting here on the ground, hoping to get back into the air, like, REAL SOON!
In fact I'm supposed to be in the air, RIGHT NOW! Headed to Denver, CO.
Instead, I'm sitting here, in San Diego, in front of a large bank of windows, next to 2 old-ish gentlemen comparing their medical alert bracelets (where are you, when SaveHer needs you, BusyMom?) and some lazy schlub's empty Jamba Juice cup (dude, really, this is NOT your living room!) while I watch other people take off and head onto their next destination.
My luggage, on the other hand, is headed to Denver.
Long story, short (you're welcome) the outbound flight was delayed and I would have missed my connection in Denver, anyway.
You know, where my luggage is going, RIGHT NOW!
Instead, the really nice people at United were able to get me onto a direct flight back home which leaves in less than 3 hours [knocks on wood until knuckles bleed] and gets me in around the buttcrack of dawn.
They call it "the red eye" for a reason, I think. I'm about to find out, for sure.
More importantly, I will make it home in time to shower, grab a HUGE HONKING cup of coffee (or cawfee, if you're from Jersey) and watch my youngest play 2nd clarinet in the Central Jersey Elementary School Honors Band concert.
In the meantime, for your viewing pleasure, some lovely pictures from my trip, just in case MomoFali's gotten over hating me, just a little.
I woke up to this, every morning, sheesh, what's with all the boats?
Still, I forced myself to eat lunch...outdoors...and it...you know...hurt.
And the sound of seagulls and wind chimes, carried along a cool breeze and you know, more sunshine.
Really, I don't know how you SoCal people stand it? Aaaaaand, they have free WiFi here at the airport?
[insert sh*t-eating grin, here]
My luggage should be REAL jealous, right about now.
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