Trying to get Home

It’s the Monday following the 4th of July and I am still in Seattle. Not that that is a bad thing; however, I was supposed to be heading home at about 8am and here now my flight is not until 1:30pm.

I woke up at 7:15am, showered, wolfed down some breakfast and headed to the airport. My mom and I left early because we’d be driving at prime traffic time, and it’s Cruise Season, so most likely there was going to be a bunch of traffic this morning, yet there was not. So i arrive at about 8am and as I am looking at the monitor to figure out what gate I am departing from, I don’t see my flight up there. I went to the touch screen thingy and typed in my info and my flight had been moved to 11:45am. That kinda sucks because I was there so early, but it sucked even more because then I would only have 25 minutes to catch my next flight.

I head up to the Premier Desk (I didn’t belong there, but there was no one in line) and asked what time I’d get into SFO and then gave Carol my boarding passes and asked whether or not I could make my flight. All signs pointed to no. But just as luck would have it, I could be booked on another flight leaving at 11:30am and then transfer in Denver, which would get me home around midnight. Good news: I am still getting home
“today”. Bad news: it’s super later and I have a flight leaving for Sweden tomorrow at 1:15pm. I inquired to whether or not there were any other options and was then booked on the 1:45pm flight. Man, life is good.

So now my mum and I are paling around, running errands, and nibbling on tasty treats. We stopped by Tully’s to grab some coffee and I grabbed a Red Velvet cupcake at Cupcake Royal next door. Tasty goodness!! We headed home and I picked up the place while mummsy check the garage (apparently it had been broken into). What a morning!

Now we are at her office and I am blogging. I wanted to do some painting this weekend, but it will have to be another time.

Hopefully I’ll get home, grab more stuff for Herrang, run some errand, and then catch my next flight. What a life, eh?

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