Today's post, celebrating the somewhat early arrival of Baby Kate, is at Toxophily. What follows is nothing more than petty whining about living too far away from where we have to be tomorrow; please do not read.
With a great deal of trepidation, we are committing ourselves once again into the hands of the airlines in order to join the rest of my family in Williamsburg, Virginia to celebrate my parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary.
I seriously considered driving across the eastern half of the country to make this trip, after what we endured at Christmastime combined with the massive cutbacks and other trouble in the industry at the current time. But finally I just couldn't face four full days on the road in order to spend three days at our destination, and I gave in to the air option.
Delta was good to us at Christmas, getting us home on the same day we left St. Simons. Nevertheless, our two 50-minute layovers in Atlanta do not inspire confidence, given the seeming chronic lateness of all flights. I'm planning for an enforced night in Atlanta and hoping to be pleasantly surprised. Tune in tomorrow for the results.
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Dude, study the map of the Atlanta airport while you're on the plane. That place is *huge*.
Have a good trip. Wish we could get together; I'd love to meet your kids, but I bet you are booked solid with family.
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