Don’t you just love flight delays?

Friday’s delay was delightful because of my dear friend RJS. Today, not so much.

The flight was scheduled to take off at 4:50pm, we were on the plane, settled in and at some point they came over the loudspeaker to tell us there was a delay due to a faulty wire. Oh goody.

“We’re only six minutes behind”. Uh huh..and six turned to seven,  turned to eight,  turned to…

We arrived about the time my next flight was just starting to board,  great. Luckily people actually listened when the flight attendants asked people to stay in their seats if Cincinnati was their final destination.

All well and good if we actually get to a gate. Which happened eventually…not to worry we were four gates away, about a five minute walk, with only minutes to spare. 

But…we made it, took off and about 47 minutes later we landed in Chicago and here I am at The Palmer House hotel, snuggled in,  eating a contraband apple, glorious, writing to you and when I’m done, sleep, well, try…

Sweet dreams my friends!