I’m off to the East Coast and praying for adequate weather.
My last flight – this is so strange – was on 16 July. At oh dark the airport ramp is mostly – this is so strange – empty.
So is the terminal.
Connection ought to be smooth though I’m going the wrong direction for my destination. I had to change flights last night. My original plan was to fly from another city (cheaper than the outrageous fees from MSN) and stay with friends. Getting underway to that town I had a call to inform me they had been exposed to the Wuhan Devil. Hence, change of plans.
I should get to my destination before the bulk of the bad weather has much of an effect and I am asking the Holy Angels to mitigate the whole storm.
My I just say that I hate these melodramatic face diapers?
Rosy fingered dawn for the trade-off.
A shot of the 934th Airlift Wing.