Getting here was okay. This was the first plane trip I've taken since the new restrictive regs. After getting timely advice from
As I looked around for a drinking fountain to fill my empty water bottle, the announcement came over the speakers: "Local time is now 9:30 AM."
I had a quick breakfast (which also meant I could get ice and water from the soda machine without feeling guilty), took a nap. The flight to Atlanta left on time and arrived early. The flight to DC left on time but encountered bad weather and was late. I gambled a bit and came up short: It was raining in DC but I decided to take the Metro rather than splurge on a taxi. It was still raining, fairly hard, at the end of the trip. Oh well. I arrived at my brother's a bit late more than a little damp. But my luck reasserted itself: They had ordered dinner and it arrived minutes after I got there.
It's now Thanksgiving Day, and people are bustling around. My offers to help have been rebuffed, so I'm taking lots of pictures; family knows my strengths and weaknesses.