It’s to the Left Coast today. Yawn.
Dreadful weather this morning. Winter never seems to end. The older I get the more often I ask why I live in this climate: for my sins?
After a slight breather, it’s off to the gate. They are putting our impedimenta on the vehicle. Castra movebunt.
With both port and starboard doors open, it’s a wind tunnel in here. A cold one.