Greetings from the Holideck Lounge at Heathrow. Mrs. TBF is sleeping soundly (hopefully!) in Atlanta after a long delay at Newark Airport while I sit here at Heathrow blowing the diet (a few bags of "crisps", one latte, one cappucino, one diet coke, one flapjack, and...yes...one London Pride...at 10:30 a.m. local time!). Plus...free internet access...who knew?
I made it here without incident, despite the fact that I ordered a wake-up call from my sister at 4:00 a.m. (9 p.m. Chicago time), and she called me at...5:00 a.m. Thanks, Diana! Fortunately, Mrs. TBF called me at 3:57 a.m. while she was being held "hostage" on the tarmac at Newark. Isn't she sweet?
If all goes as planned, I should leave for Chicago at 12:55 p.m., and I'll arrive in Chicago at 3:15 p.m. Worried? Na! However, I did notice that the earlier flight to Chicago was delayed by 45 minutes.
I guess that means I'll have time for another morning pint!
Cheers!
