I’m still here. Freezing, tired, unloved by my airline (we won’t get off the ground until 9:30am), and in dire need of a good shower and some understanding. And btw, don’t try to skeep on the floor - it just doesn’t work. I should have known we were in trouble when the gatekeepers in Charlotte were completly disinterested in helping Lex and I sit togehter.  The sky fell @ JFK (remember, level of hell and all. I think it’s the steaming taint of hell, personally) and that stalled all air trafficing both incoming and outgoing. They cancelled a number of flights leaving around the time we were due. Our connection flight to Seattle sat on the runway for over an hour, but the stall couldn’t help Lex and me. We didn’t get out of the Customer Service line until nearly midnight.

Yes, I wanted to have a tantrum.

I am emotionally incapable of writing something serious about Grannie’s passing, or the time we spent with the cousins and the uncles. I have a lot to say, but I’m keeping it together just enough to get myself home…. if I’m lucky, sometime around 8ish….