It was rather simple getting through security, although I forgot that I couldn’t bring in my coffee. What isn’t simple is getting on the internet. Seems I have to pay. No, some young man worked me through it. I’m on. Speaking of paying, Massport was having a promotional on Logan Express fares—about half price. I’m in the money.
I love the solitude I feel at an airport. In fact, I love airports and no question, if I were homeless this is where I’d live. The energy is intense but I feel a calmness within it. My travel plans may be out of my hands, but not how I respond to delays and all the rest that might occur. I just witnessed one of the attendants behind the desk listen to someone vent about the inaccuracy of the updated time posted for our flight. She smiled and when he finished he seemed to relax as he said, “Thank you for listening.”
The only negative about this delay is that I have less time with my sister. We’re still planning to have lunch at the Smithsonian before our older sisters arrives via Amtrak.