Cathy and I are sitting in Starbucks Coffee (believe it or not, Cathy chose Starbucks over Dunkin' b/c of the seating arrangements) waiting for our flight to board. Cathy's new sneakers are killing her already, plus she just claimed to have started the ziploc bag craze adopted by the TSA. "I think I started that," she said, and then told me a story about the TSA guys gathering around her to examine her ziploc bags full of toiletries several years ago.
Cathy got up at 4:40 am and was here at the airport by 7:40 am, driven by the most rickety cab in all of Massachusetts. Cab driver was nice, though. Big dude, but nice. And Cathy's hair was blowing in the wind -- she's dying laughing right now b/c she also had to push the Starbuck's table back so she could put her feet on the floor.
I woke up at 5:40 am and was at the airport by 7:40 am. Of course, I live a lot closer.
Updates to follow, hold down the fort (Cathy says) and OK, BYE.
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