Today there is not much in the way of reporting.  I spent most of the day flying.  I'll just say this.  I really really dislike TSA.  I had an almost clear empty container of face washing stuff and the lady obviously was in in the premenstrual stage, said this is 4 oz.  I said there is clearly not 4 oz in here.  It doesn't matter, see where it says 4oz she says.  I said 3oz is air.  So, it's 4 oz, she rebuttals back.  I said fine.  I hope you can sleep at night, I'm pretty sure there's a nice cozy spot for you in hell.  She didn't appreciate my antics but she was really mean and it was 0530hrs. and I had about a half a cup of coffee.  My laptop and ipad shifted as they "forcefully "shoved it in the x ray machine.  No double stacking. I have to redo all of this she barked at me..  I said they were side by side.  Why I thought?  There was only one TSA person checking people to go through security, the other dozen or so were hanging out smoking and joking.    Ok, off my soapbox.  She better hope I don't meet her again somewhere on my turf.  She was just all out nasty.

I'm so glad to be here although this one boy Cade, has been crying incessantly for hours on end.  I'm nearing a breaking point.  Beer lessens the pain though.

I got off the plane at 3ish and was out in the lot within 10 minutes after that.  Looking around for Jamie.  No Jamie.  Ok, I thought, I've been here before, don't panic.  The only bad thing I have to pee so bad I can't see and I can't go back in.  So, I commander one of the guys, a stranger who works for the airport to stay with me until I can get a plan.  He offered me his phone so I call.  They didn't leave yet and traffic is horrendous as usual.  I con him to go finding me a Prestige.  I need something to occupy my time in the hot sun.  Of course when he comes back, I asked if he could get it opened.  I eventually found someone who used the gate to knock off the cap.  Yay for the stranger hero.  The guy want me to call again after a half hour, and I did.  I said they're coming.  I got another beer and was thinking a depends would come in handy about now.  I wrote the number on my arm in case I lost consciousness.  Of course if I lost consciousness, would it have really mattered?  Likely not.

Yep, traffic is just as I remember it, terrible.  Tons of dust.  No smell of death or diesel yet...it's coming.  I brought kitty treats for a lady who is honest and is a supplier of beer.  Not for her but her cat.  I could have brought all the cat and dog food down and it wouldn't have helped a bit.  I try not to look at the critters.  It kills me.

I'm glad to be back with the kids.  I have a full itinerary while I'm down here, so we'll be busy.

I have to go wind down, my brain battery and computer battery are running out of energy.

P.S.  I need a proof person to read and edit my stuff.  By the time I get done, I'm too tired to go back and re-read what I just wrote.  Volunteers?