The plan, yesterday, was (all times shown in Eastern):
08:00 leave home 10:00 arrive PHL airport 11:20 depart PHL, heading to MEM (Memphis) 14:20 arrive MEM 15:30 depart MEM, heading to PNS (Pensacola) 16:30 arrive PNS, picked up by in-laws
Instead, this is what happened:
08:00 leave home, travel on slush-covered highways full of scary drivers 10:30 arrive PHL airport, panicked about being too late to check baggage 10:45 check in; clerk says, "You don't have to make any connections, right?" 11:20 flight delayed until 12:15 12:15 flight delayed until 13:11 13:11 flight delayed until 13:40 14:00 flight departs 15:30 flight for PNS leaves without us 18:00 flight arrives in MEM, late due to 195mph headwinds (!) told we've been rebooked for a flight the next day ask ticketing agent to route us to an airport near PNS tonight spend three hours trying to keep toddler entertained in small airport 21:00 depart MEM headed for VPS (Ft. Walton Beach), 40 mi from Pensacola 22:15 arrive in VPS; our baggage has been "expedited" to Pensacola the baggage guy tells us that if we rush to Penscola, we can get it before the staff goes home for the night 00:00 arrive at PNS by car, everything is dark; find someone closing up and he gets our bags! 00:30 get to in-laws, only eight hours late
NWA gave us some food coupons in Memphis, and we got dinner at the Blue Note Cafe. It was total airport food. Martha’s diet for most of yesterday was french fries, although she had a complete breakfast and ended the day with some dried apricots.
The in-laws told us how we’d brought the cold down with us, and we’d be glad we had jackets on, but it was still at least fifty degrees out. Today we’re only expecting about fifty again, but the rest of the week is going to be in the seventies. I packed shorts. I’m hoping that the weather will make up for the travel.