I'm merely in Salt Lake.
(Some might argue they're the same. After sitting on the tarmac in Philly, I'm not sure I can disagree...)
Oh yeah. Did I mention the part last night where we sat on the tarmac in Philly for THREE HOURS?
It sucks. It *really* sucks. And that's how I ended up sleeping in Salt Lake, because it was midnight Mountain time before we rolled up to the gate here. But we've got another flight at ten, so...
My knees are killing me for being stuffed in an airline seat on a crowded flight for eight hours. (I'm tall, and probably could be a football lineman, given my general proportions. It doesn't go well with airline seats.) But I've got to go stuff into another plane for two hours to get back to Sactown, so here we go. At least I'm not like my poor kid sis and the exchange student, who decided to sleep in the airport.
Anyway, more from me when I get back to Sactown. In the meantime, see you all latah.