So, I did what any good, well-prepared, seasoned traveler would do when arriving for one's flight an hour ahead of schedule: I found to nearest place to suck down a drink and watch sports. This happened to be the bar I forgot the little airport had. Then I checked in, wentwent through security, got into the terminal and had something to eat and a drink, and dutifully headed to my gate.
Except for one thing.
This has been a rough winter all over the country, and I seemed to forget it might affect me. No sooner had I sat down at gate 12 than announcements began to ring across the airport about delayed flights. Kalamzoo, Des Moines, and yes - even Chattanooga. Apparently, our plane was an hour or so behind because of weather in New York, where it was coming from. So I ended up back at the bar watching more football and having another drink. I usually have a pre-flight or in-flight drink and then nap the first part of my flight. I usually don't have 3. I was darn ready to get on that plane by the time we boarded.
By about 4pm, I was on the way to Mom and Dad's . . . and I slept from about 10am their time till about 9am my time.
I haven't sleept til 9am without being sick in about a year. Since - I don't know, maybe the last time I was here?
Merry Christmas/Happy Whatever. I'm enjoying my low-pay week. Running tomorrow. Free altitude training. By the way, they never sent me my finisher's medal for the Half Marathon. YEE!