my eagle has landed

K drove me to the airport this morning. Do you know, every time I fly to Chicago my flight gets in so early that I give Poppy a fright?
S'truth. They announce that we'll be arriving early and I'll text her and she'll have to jump in her car and RACE to get me.

Last night a co-worker texted me to say that the airlines had dropped the restrictions on cheap tickets and were rescheduling people's flights. But when I called they said there were no seats.
I decided to keep my Sunday return ticket and wait for more news.
So. I arrived at the airport and went and found my gate.
Then I went to see the lady at the check in desk...
I am supposed to return on Sunday evening, I said.
Oh, you think so? She smiled at me.
They told me, on the phone that there are no seats for Monday...I made a sad face.
Well I have been working here for 35 years and I can DO WHATEVER I WANT.
She tapped away at her computer and handed me a ticket for Monday. 11:05.
I could have kissed her.
Sadly, other passengers overheard me and the poor woman was quickly swamped.

But all's well. Poppy hopped in the car and found me.
We've had a lovely lunch and we've been shopping and we are preparing for a party.
And my boys?
Well, I'm hoping they don't float away...(though K has done extensive work on the pumps and everything is ready for The Storm Of The Century.