I've always loved airports for some reason (ok, there are some airports I don't love going to - but the concept of airports I love).
My brother was flying down for a business trip with an extra day beforehand to come and visit. His flight was cancelled, and then switched to come into Tampa at 12:15 am instead of to Orlando. So, I said I could pick him up. The boys wanted to come, also. I said ok. We were all staying up late to wait to leave for the airport. Then just after 11:00 I checked the flight status - delayed until 1:00 am.
My youngest son - a sometimes surprising voice of reason said shouldn't we be getting sleep before kayaking tomorrow? Yes, I was already thinking the same thing. Sorry boys, I'd better go by myself this time.
I was tired when I got to the airport but had made a cup of coffee just before leaving the house.
My brother arrived a few minutes early (for the new late time), and we were home, and I was in bed before 2:00.
It's life, it's the stuff that happens, it can be tiring and upsetting or it can be something fun (although maybe not in a way you want to do every day!!).
I'm grateful for airport adventures.
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