I'm dead to the world all snuggly in my bed at 11:45 PM last night, dreaming of pints of real ale and egg mayonnaise and cress sandwiches when my phone rings. I don't answer, but let the machine pick up thinking it has to be a wrong number. My phone has not rung past 9:30 PM in months.
Nope, it's my ride to the airport. Seems he's had a change in plans and thus my ride has changed. I will be leaving 4 hours earlier than planned to get to the airport. Which means I'll be sitting at a major New York metropolitan airport for almost 8 hours with two books and my mobile phone.
With such little notice in the travel plans, I was not able at 6:15 this am to find an alternate ride. I live about 3 hours from the major NY metropolitan airport that I am flying out of. My ride actually has a consulting assignment close to the airport and this ended up being a win win. He got someone to talk to for the ride down, I got a ride down.
I was at work by 7:00 AM to finish my last few items, called my boss at 8:15 AM told him my abbreviated day started at 7:00 AM and then I would be out the door.
Oh yeah, did I mention it's SNOWING right now......