Monday, August 13, 2012
I had a brief 24 hour vacation interruption to drive my nephew from Maine back to Mass so he could start his second year of college. I slept in my own bed, loved my lonely kitties, picked up my mail (yippee!) and then started out on the two hour drive to the Portland airport to pick up my niece, who will be spending the rest of the week in Casco with us. The drive to Portland is longer than her flight from DC so I left the house before her scheduled departure. En route I got a text that her flight had been delayed. And then delayed again. And again. No point in turning around. No point in pressing on to the rental house. Looks like I've got 2-3 hours to kill in the airport. Good thing I have provisions!