I no longer expect anything to be where it is scheduled to be when it is scheduled to be there. This extends to car services and airplanes, but better not extend to immediate family members who will pick me up at City By the Sea Jetport later.
I would like to be well on my way home, where rumor has it there is a 7th grade social crisis to be faced, and at the very least a middle school dance to be survived. Although the other parent stepped in, I feel pretty useless sitting here admiring the time warp architecture at LaGuardia.
At least my sermon is getting written.
And there is a Boingo hotspot.
And Amazon offered free downloads of the first two Julia Spencer-Fleming mysteries.
Still, I would rather be home.
Catch you on the flip side, whenever that may be.