Went to the airport (BWI) this morning to drop off Leslie and Zach. We got up a little after 3:00 and were at the airport around 4:40. I thought that was a little early for a 6:25 flight, but what-the-heck. We get to the Delta counter and the line is wrapped all the way out of all the snakey ribbon, down the side and back 50 feet around another corridor. Wow! I flew a lot a few years ago, working for an engineering firm, but I've never seen it this crazy. Of course, with the new security precautions, I couldn't follow them through security. I didn't see any armed national guardsmen. Weren't there supposed to be some?
I can't imagine flying any short distance. If two people leave the same house in DC and one drives and the other flies, how far do you have to go before it makes sense to fly? We left the house at 3:30 and the flight was at 6:25. If I was driving, I could just about be in New York at that point. Seems like you'd have to be going at least 300 miles. I guess most flights are at least that long.
I don't know. I guess I'm rambling. Ate breakfast at Denny's after I got back home. First time I've eaten there in a long while. Not bad. OK coffee. Pancakes were better than the eggs. Maybe I'll do the Belgian Waffle next time, but we do that at home, so maybe not.
Here I am, five days to myself. What will I do?
1:24:19 PM 
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