It's almost like coming home - the airport air smells like airport air, the Starbucks every 50 feet smell like Starbucks, and, as per usual, I am sooooooo tired and wander the concourse in a zombie-like daze... I've spent more time in this airport than just about any other public place since the great "stranding of 98". That was a 2 1/2 day fiasco. This is just a few hours, but oh, the memories. We've got our snacks, books, and whatnot, and we found our gate, and so far (knock on wood) they haven't announced any delays or cancelled flights. Fingers crossed it stays that way.
We'll keep you posted.
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