It’s official.

I’ve got some sort of plane hex on me. I can’t win for losing. I’m sitting in the Detroit airport waiting for a jumper to South Bend. Delayed. It’s not nearly as bad as my recent 3:30 AM arrival, but looks like I’ll be post-midnight again. One of these times the plane is going to turn into a pumpkin.

By the way, the less people in an airport the later it feels. If the airport is still packed it doesn’t seem so late. But this place is feeling like a ghost plane right now.

Just passing the time via blogging