After a nice breakfast Missy, Mom, and I went for a walk on the beach. I found a seahorse but left it for Missy to dry out rather than risk being flagged as a terrorist who uses dead animals to bring down planes. It turned out my car had satellite radio in it, already pre-tuned to the weather channel, so I got to listen to all the ominous reports of the big storm moving across the upper midwest toward the Atlantic seaboard. At my gate, the flight ahead of me was cancelled. It was headed to Dulles, and the word was Dulles was closed. Now that was unfortunate, considering Dara was in the air on the way to Dulles. Hmmm. My flight to Chicago took off close to on time and landed in quite a snowstorm. We then waited almost an hour to get to a gate. The de-icing operations were slowing things down at the gates. When I finally got in, I found a plane leaving for SFO and waited to see if I could get on it. They would not put me on the standby list because they were boarding, and there was just one poor guy doing everything. They put 45 people on who were already on the wait list. I was the last person on the plane. It turned out when Dara did land at Dulles, the pilot said only three planes had landed there since they took off 6 hours earlier. Kyla braved the slushy snow to pick her up.The dogs were happy to see me.
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The worst part of the whole miserable day was that I did not get to see Keith, Kirsti and Danny. The best part was my daughter risking life and limb to rescue me from the gigantic line for cabs at Dulles. I should have been mad but I was way too happy to see her.
She is my hero.
It was great to spend some time with Steve. Now I've seen everyone but Garrett & Dara. Guess I'll have to head out to see you guys in your own neighborhood this summer.
Weapon of athletic choice today was a pan of brownies.
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