*On the drive to Sarasota, my neighbor and I were so deep in conversation that we completely blew by the airport. We got turned around and managed to find the airport right there by the side of the road where "you can't miss it."
* I went check in but I only one boarding pass spit out. A note saying my reservation on the second plan could not be found. I had to get in line for the counter for the transfer in JFK. It got straightened out.
*I glanced at my boarding pass and headed up to wait at gate 6. I sat there for a while when it occurred to me that there should be a plane at the end of the gate (there was not) and that there should be more potential passengers than just me (there were not). I checked my boarding pass again. Gate B9, seat 6C. The plane had just started boarding when I got to the right gate.
*The rest of the trip was uneventful. Obviously, I was meant to get back to Vermont.
I wonder if one feels anxiety in the heavenly spirit realms because I could feel Mike's distress at my la-la-la approach to timing and planning. Seriously, I have experienced it many times in the past. I know the feeling well.
At least it is melting, but I don't think I will have my studded snow tires taken off right away. Although...I can see several robins hopping around in the back yard so it must be spring.