Airports never sleep. We're off to Cancun and presently settled in at
the launch pad waiting area with hundreds of other people. That's not
such a big deal until you realize it is not yet 4:30 in the morning.
By the time we were packed and the Paw Posse told of our intentions to
leave them for a week and we got on the road to the Emerald City last
night, it was pretty late. We napped in a hotel across the way and
were in the airport at 3:30 AM. ... and it was crowded. The T claims
she may never again complain about waking up to catch the 6 AM Rural
Rocket after seeing all the airline employees so bright and chipper.
I'm going to forage for some coffee. If I don't have a chance to blog
again before I cross the border, let me just wish you a happy-possibly
snowy and cold-week. I'll hoist a beer to you all from the beach.
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