As I start this post, it's 11:40 on Thursday night. I'm back home from Dulles. Sans Todd. He is, hopefully, in the air, somewhere between New Jersey and DC. His flight was due in this afternoon at 4:00... so Ryan and I left for the airport around 1:30, as it takes 2 hours to get there and I wanted to leave a little breathing room. Turns out, that wasn't really necessary. At all. Here is how our afternoon/evening went (all via text... and no, I don't say the 'f' word, or any other swear words, really, in front of my kid)...
Todd (2:30): Have you left yet?
Me: Half-way there...
Todd: Flight's been delayed 45 minutes. Thunderstorm. Sorry!
Me: No worries. We'll wait.
Todd (3:45): Flight's been delayed 'til 4:30.
Me: No worries.
Todd (4:15): Flight's been delayed 'til 5:30.
Me: No problem... we'll go get dinner.
Todd (6:00): Flight's been delayed 'til 7:00.
Me (muttering 'crap' under my breath): OK. No problem. Still waiting.
Todd (7:00): Flight's cancelled. F**k! Looking at other options.
Me (swearing silently): Let me know.
Todd (8:00): Next flight's 9:00... arriving at 10:40. Go home and I'll stay in a hotel.
Me (more silent swearing): No. Don't want to come back tomorrow. We'll wait.
Todd (8:30): Flight's delayed 'til 9:45. Will probably get cancelled. Go home!
Me: OK. Call me tomorrow morning and we'll sort it out.
Todd (9:00): Delayed 'til 10:00.
Me: Stuck in f**king traffic!
Todd (9:30): Delayed 'til 10:45.
Me: Still stuck in f**king traffic!
Todd (11:00): BOARDING!
And then it was 11:30 and I was pulling into the driveway, Ryan snoring, Todd God only knows where. It wasn't a great day, my bloggy peeps. Tomorrow will have to be better. At least I should get to lay eyes on my friend. One can hope, anyway.