Greetings from a Road Warrior

Today the more appropriate title for this is blaaaaag. It is 5:20 am Denver time when it was supposed to be 6:20 Chicago time for me. It would be a very helpful visual for me to include a picture but fortunately for you I don’t have a camera—just picture red bleary eyes, bushy hair and yesterday’s clothes with a few new spots.

For anyone who has known me for more than 15 minutes, it is plain that the plan is critical. Disruptions to the plan cause real difficulties. Yesterday the plan was to catch a plane in Spokane going to Denver and then in Denver catch a plane to Chicago. Once in Spokane, I learned that all flights into Chicago were cancelled. I figured I would be better off in Denver (at least half way on my journey) so I called my 24-hour travel agent (Cecily!) and had her book me a hotel in Denver (I learned that that is what she is called from someone on the shuttle this morning who was explaining how HE had gotten his hotel room.) Well, the craziness that ensued from the disruption of the plan caused me to lose the bag given to me by David containing a maple bar and packets of instant oatmeal that were supposed to get me through the week. As he pointed out, at least it wasn’t my laptop, but I was still very sad about the loss.

Speaking of road warriors, perhaps I really know the meaning of the word as I look around me. We have just been informed by the gate agent that we will get to Chicago, but anyone connecting out of there has very little chance of making it. Thank goodness I’m getting off in Chicago. Has the invention of air travel really improved the quality of our lives?