At the Airport

I'm sitting here, contemplating life.  That's what I do when I'm so tired that I can barely keep my head up.  I didn't get to sleep last night as early as I wanted because I remembered I hadn't checked in for my flight yet.  Southwest allows check-in 24 hours in advance and I'll be damned if I'm going to miss out on group A just because I need some sleep.

I had an overpriced CPK pizza and now I'm drinking an overpriced Starbucks hot chocolate wishing it was time to get on the plane.  I need to be away from everything for a few days though I probably won't get away from my family much.  At least I won't have to listen to angry creditors on my answering machine or receive warning letters from my credit card companies.  It will all be here when I get back but the week of peace will be nice. 

Mom's divorce should be final tomorrow.  I'm sure she'll be happy and want to celebrate.  She's already got someone to celebrate with, I just hope he doesn't become husband number four.  I can't watch her go through this crap again.  She swears that they are just friends and going to take things slow but that's what she said about the last one and look where that got her.  Oh well, I'm 3,000 miles away so I'm not going to worry about it.

I've still got an hour before my flight leaves for San Diego.  Not sure what I'm going to do to pass the time but I think it will require no thinking on my part.  I'll just try to veg until it's my turn to board.