Blessed be the direct flight

Recently I have been doing a lot of business travel. For years most of my projects were close enough to drive to meetings and then followed up with conference calls. Not sure what changed but for several months it seems like it has been non-stop travel. Tonight the inbound flight was late arriving but we were assured that if we lined up promptly,stowed our gear,gate checked extra luggage we would be on board and in the air with hardly any delay. Like good little soldiers most of us complied. We were all on board, getting ready to shut down our electronic devices when the voice came on and in a very comforting but authoritative way said "due to weather in Charlotte" we were on a 20 minute delay, then updated to an hour and you could get off but...stay close we could leave on a moments notice. My choice was to sleep. Nice nap!

But I realized that no matter what the delay as long as the plane finally got in the air, I would be sleeping in my own bed tonight. Around me people were scrambling to check connections or make alternate flight plans. So no matter how tired I might be, how much I grumbled about schlepping luggage across town by metro, taxi and train to get to the airport on time, all I had to do was take a nap and hope the plane eventually shut the doors and headed south because my car was waiting , my bed was freshly made and tomorrow I would wake up in my own house and pad downstairs to make a cup of coffee in my pj's and peruse the newspaper that had only the news that was fit for the delicate constitution of a southern lady to read!