Kind of a melancholy morning. I missed my flight to Houston. Actually, I didn't miss it, I was just prevented from getting on the plane....
I got to the ticket counter at 7:30. At 7:37, I had my receipts for my ticket and was ready to check my bag. The ticket counter lady said, "you're too late". What? "You have to check-in 30 minutes before departure". It was 30 minutes prior to departure when I got checked-in, but she didn't get to me until 7 minutes later. Even while I was talking to her and trying to get her to check my bag, I heard my name over the PA system for final boarding call. I asked her, "can you please let them know I'm on my way". She went over to the phone and talked to them. Then started typed on her keyboard furiously. I thought, "great, she's working with me." She came over with a printed ticket and set, "This is your standby ticket for the next flight to Houston." Whatever, Continental Airlines. I'm sitting in OKC on standby hoping to make the next flight.
I haven't been home since Friday the 12th. I had to flee from Houston. I miss being home.
I haven't seen my family since Monday morning.
I have to fly to Houston to connect on a flight to Midland.
I have to drive 550 miles from Midland to Houston...today.
Did I say I miss my family? So much. If I were with them, all of this other stuff would be so minor.
My work/home balance has been off-kilter for the past several months. Things are slower, so now I can start to find a balance.
But, I did find this beautiful bacon scene. It cheered me up a little.
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