I flew into Atlanta today… 10 hours on DL 153 in seat 19a, which, to my dismay, is in front of an exit row and does not recline.
Anyway, Hurricane Ivan is screwing with Atlanta’s air traffic. I’ve been here since 6pm. It’s now 10 minutes ’til 10pm, and I’ve been to three different gates, with four different departure times. Word now is that I’m flying out at 11:15.
Man, am I tired. So tired, I drank a glass of Bloody Mary Mix with a tablespoon of tabasco in it so I could get a capseicin (sp?) rush. The good news is that it worked. The bad news is that I felt SO good I decided to spend $6.00 on pay-by-the-minute internet access in the Crowne Room.
So… I’m online. Email piled up a bit, but I cleared that out. Lots of you have been generous on the Schlock desktops, and I’m grateful for that.