Time to head home.
Another wonderful Delta experience greeted me at the airport.
First, in my app, all my flights, today’s and future, vanished. That was strange.
Hence, I had to go through the check in process. At least there were not problems with security.
I shared a ride with friends and, hence, got to DCA way in advance of my flight, thinking I could get work done in the lounge.
Lounge temporarily closed.
So, I have a view of counters, as I do my counter, or “reverse” march from the March.
At long last, having been bored, we’ve boarded.
I have a good book on Kindle, a medieval Japanese mystery. Of course you need the right music.
Quite a few folks have asked if I was at the March. The interesting part is that only a couple of them went to the March. Most watched coverage on TV. This suggests to me strong good will.
In my app, I see that my flights are back from their silent retreat and that my bag was loaded onto the airplane I am presently sitting in.
Ready for the next flight.
While on the ground I’ve been reading about those who have distanced themselves from Pope Francis’ less than opportune words in S America. The NYT (aka Hell’s Bible) went for him. Other rather surprising sources did too.
Still at the gate.
We’ve been delayed for over a half hour while they dispute about a “clerical error”.
I NEVER! Cross my heart. It’s not my fault!