Well, dear reader, I currently find myself at Gate 23 of Reagan National Airport. My hour-long flight to DC to celebrate Thanksgiving was delayed over an hour; I naively hoped my return trip today would avoid a similar fate. We boarded on time and sat on the plane for 35 minutes before we were advised to de-plane, with all our crap, so a strut could be repaired, work that we were told would take at least an hour.
Yes, rationally, I am glad this repair is being made before something bad might befall us. On a less rational level, though, I am frustrated with another delay. And I wish I’d made the cheaper–and, this weekend, at least–quicker decision to drive (usually a four-hour trip).
At least this delay can serve the function of getting me back to blogging (which my phone’s autocorrect changes to “flogging”…I’m in no hurry to get back to that). Maybe I’ll get another post with more (or some) substance up here in the near future.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the picture (above) of the sign for the men’s bathroom at my church. Catholics sure can be funny!
In the meantime, I’m going to treat myself to a coffee and hope that our flight gets to Durham before I have to be to work tomorrow 
Welcome back to flogging! I have missed your posts! I hope you got home safely. I just received an e-mail from American Airlines informing me that I shouldn’t worry, nothing will change even though they filed for Chapter 11 “reorganization” today. (They’re not bankrupt, just reorganized. Just like I’m not short, just frugally tall.) Frankly, I wouldn’t mind if a few things did change in that industry. Hopefully you’ll be able to enjoy being home and not flying for a few weeks!
I particularly admire the lascivious expression on the mini-boobed man’s face. Now there’s someone who looks like they’d enjoy some flogging.
I hope you got back to Durham in one piece!
Hooray!! I am always happy to see a new post from you. I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving! I was talking to one of the boys’ friends about a Thanksgiving craft he was all excited about (“It was a turkey made from my hand!!”) and I thought of you!