Playing the waiting game has never been one of my strong points. Maybe it is the A.D.D but just sitting around doing nothing has always been a particularly difficult thing for me to do. Saturday June 9th was one busy day for me, trying to get packed for my trip while juggling work and last minute errands. Seattle to St. Paul was a blur, and I think I slept about an hour of the two hour and 25 minute flight. The plane arrived early in St. Paul, with a local time of 5:15am (3:15am PST) June 10th. It is now 8:29 local time (6:29 PST) and I was just informed that my flight to Houston is running late.
I honestly don’t care that the plane is late, as I have another 3 hour layover in Houston before going the final leg to Paris. Of course my mind is now racing with all of the possibilities that can now go wrong, will my flight ever show up? Will the pilots show up. Will my bag make the Paris transfer? I guess only time can tell.
I will probably post next from Houston, unless things get frantic, then next dispatch Paris France.