So far, nothing to change my cranky mood. For one thing, I lost my all-important cell-phone headset somewhere in the Philadelphia airport.
The day didn’t start well. The security line for the B terminal was so long, they told us to go over to the A terminal. Well, the A terminal wasn’t exactly a hop, skip and a jump away and by the time I got there, my ankle was swollen and throbbing. Then I had to go all the way back to the B terminal, and of course my gate was all the way at the end.
The plane took off a half-hour late because the runway was so backed up, I can’t get into my room for another three hours, the onsite restaurant isn’t open until dinner, and only a few of the restaurants for which the front desk clerk gave me menus actually deliver.
Free wifi in the lobby while I wait — but Fox News on the teevee.
I hate traveling. I really do.