On the way
Nothing like getting to the airport and seeing my friends already there. But I haven’t gotten anywhere ahead of Mike in over twenty years and I don’t expect to start anytime soon.
Last night was just as planned-a dumpy airport hotel with barely adequate Internet, but worth what I paid. The “breakfast buffet” was a pretty poor shambles, and I had to raid the pantry to find my own cream cheese for my bagel.
Still, the shuttle bus was not only on time but early, security only had one person in line and here I am. And they just announced that our plane would be twenty minutes late, so I think I’ll get a shoe shine.
I’ll leave you with this:
This was the windshield of the shuttle–the damage was from the hail storm last week. Another reason I’m glad to live in California.