OK. Not done blogging from the airport yet

Irony of ironies. We're sitting outside our boarding gate now, B50 actually. Right next to us is gate B52... going to Dallas of all places. a sweet twist of irony. Not going to make anything of it, but it's pretty funny. Also, I ran into a doctor Phil look-a-like at a newstand and a Morgan Freeman look-a-like hauled our livelihoods in a bag off to the loading area when we checked in. Same hair, same freckles. Been an interesting day.